From the ever-influential (and never-aging) lips of Pharrell Williams: “'Entrepreneur 'just denotes that you recognize that you're doing things across disciplines and that you're blazing your own path.” My capstone was my own exploration of the term entrepreneur and of myself as a renaissance woman. I actually began my Capstone in June 2015 when I began work with a thrift shop located on South Street called Here’s To Cool Stuff. There, I met a myriad partners and friends who would work with my over the course of my senior year to attend learning events and produce the following projects:
Administrative Internship at The Village of Arts & Humanities in North Philadelphia
YCenter 2-Week Social Entrepreneurship Incubator
Five Finger Posse Art Shows
Radiation Media Gang Events
Philly Art Collective Events
Events Internship with Art(is) for Kids
Elebration, the group that I did a majority of my work with, gave me the opportunity to build my personal clientele and help me decide that I’d like to go to school for Public Relations. I worked with countless artists, managing their social media accounts and commission requests, creating business cards, organizing and being a liaison for galleries and shows. In terms of shows and events, I managed four over the course of the school-year:
South Street Cypher @ InksterInc (530 S. 4th Street) - 3/12
Philly Art Collective 7th Installment @ OpenSpacePHL- 4/16
Locals Only @ H2CS (1214 South Street) - 5/6
Frieday @ The Boom Room (1300 N. Front Street) - 5/20
After another quarter of work, I learned more by studying other people’s work in multiple mediums to gain inspiration for my own. My interests are rooted deeply in artists my age and I pulled much of my inspiration from those that I follow on Instagram and Twitter. I enjoyed going to an abstract place with a few of my pieces and not worrying so much about producing something that looked the way I originally intended, but about producing something that I enjoyed creating. Earlier in the quarter, I realized that my meticulousness was holding me back and towards the end, my more abstract pieces bring back feelings of accomplishment. This quarter in art, we worked on a variety of mediums and got to dabble in our own personal style even more. The first project in my slide, drawing fabric, was one of my favorite. I got experiment with lines and shape and shadowing, which is one of my biggest difficulties. I made sure I used different types of pictures for these as fabric has a very specific shape depending on how it's held or laid and is really fun to experiment with.
My second piece, the photo editing, was also fun as one of my first loves is photography. I used a picture that I took using 35mm film a couple summers ago and did some color correction; I'm not a huge fan of filters because i think, unless it's a filter you created, they can add too much drama to something really nice. My third piece is the illustration. For this, I designed a cover for one of my favorite albums by one of my favorite bands, The Internet. Their ego death album speaks on relationship troubles, societal issues, and pop culture. I listened to it over and over to give myself ample inspiration. I wish that I had colored pencils in my house because I'd add a yellow background to make the other colors pop. In all, I enjoyed creating this quarter and I'm excited for next quarter's assignments.
In “The Taming of the Shrew”, quieting a sharp-tongued Katherine becomes the dire task for her resolute and relentless suitor, Petruchio. Her father, Baptista, is a man of great wealth, and Petruchio shows that his true endgame is not Katherine, but her dowry. The entire play is one that pinpoints the expectations of men and women in relationships, and further, a woman’s place in society.
A few modern comparisons can be made in “Afternoon Delight,” a romantic comedy-drama that released in 2013. In the film, Rachel and Jeff are a married couple who take the advice of their wayward friends to go to a strip club to inject new passion into their marriage. They take a trip to Sam’s Hofbrau, where Rachel gets a lap dance from a very young McKenna. When McKenna mentions that she’s 19, Rachel feels immediately sympathetic and decides to take it upon herself to bring her out of the lifestyle she leads. When Rachel brings McKenna home, various incidents create shifts between Rachel, her husband and her acquaintances. During the movie, she often questions whether or not she wants to be married because of McKenna’s presence in the house.
The play illustrates a woman who speaks her mind despite the stigma placed on her gender to do so, and “Afternoon Delight” explores a woman’s battle with the expectations men place on women in marriage. While the idea of romance and marriage has changed throughout time, both “The Taming of the Shrew” and Afternoon Delight prove that a woman is still expected to play specific roles in a marriage and within society, despite the progress from patriarchy that has been made.
“For I am he am born to tame you, Kate, and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.”
- Petruchio, Act 2. Sc 1. Line 291-293
In this particular scene, Petruchio is first meeting Kate. All that he knew about her were rumors from others of her sharp speech and copious dowry; upon meeting her, they exchanged a fast-paced competition of words, which Petruchio gained the upper hand of. Just before Katherine’s father walks in to see that his daughter and future son-in-law were properly courted, Petruchio says the statement above. Comparatively,
This can be compared to a major plot point in Afternoon Delight, where Rachel mentions that she needs to “save McKenna from her life of sex-work. In the scene pictured above, McKenna is telling Rachel and her best friend Stephanie (who advocated for Rachel to go to the strip club in the first place) about her escapades with various men- young and old, she calls them her clients. She mentions the money she is paid for the work that she does through playing into men’s desires and wooing them in her way. Rachel and Stephanie both look at McKenna sideways; being middle-class mothers from sunny California, a woman’s work is quiet and respectable- not that of a prostitute, which Stephanie condescendingly calls McKenna. In this situation, McKenna can be seen as the wild and unruly Katherine, content with her life, proudly working in a field controlled by men. Although she doesn’t speak as harshly as Katherine, McKenna’s backlash isn’t a verbal one- her backlash is largely against societal standards and how a woman should act. Throughout the movie, McKenna is side-eyed, her presence is laced with Petruchio’s distaste of Katherine lies within her outspokenness and pushback against the status quo and standards of society at the time. Throughout the play, he wishes to make Kate a respectable woman- one of both stature and restless obedience toward her husband.
“I am ashamed that women are so simple to offer war where they should kneel for peace or seek for rule, when they are bound to serve, love and obey. Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, unapt to toil and trouble in the world, but that our soft conditions and our hearts should well agree with our external parts?”
- Katherine, Act 5. Scene 2, Lines 176-184
One of the most heart-wrenching quotes for any headstrong woman to read, this quote is a clear sign of Petruchio’s brainwashing in full swing. Earlier in Act 5, Katherine was only tipping into submission, more or less so that she didn’t have to deal with Petruchio’s obscene wishes and desires. However, in this scene, Petruchio- having the love and gratitude of Katherine’s father in full- tells Katherine to show the other women in the scene how things are really done in a marriage. She lashes out against the women, telling them that their true place is obedience and submission. This is an example of Katherine advocating for the wishes of a man and his expectations within a marriage. In the same light,
in the scene pictured above, Rachel is drunkenly lamenting to her “friends” about how she only has one child immediately after Stephanie tries to bring up the fact that she’s having another baby. The most interesting part of her maudlin confession is that Rachel says and does all of the right things around the other moms, but this drunken stuper seems to eject all of the words she’s been holding on her tongue.
“You will all have three children, and I have one. Just one,” she almost yells angrily, seeking empathy in a place where it simply won’t be offered. The assumption that can be made during this scene is that the drudges of her marriage and amount of sexual tension is manifesting negatively with each thing she says while drunk. She says what she truly feels- and those feelings are those expectations of a good, healthy marriage weighing on her shoulders. She makes each woman in the room feel bad for their bounty, unleashing a cornucopia of unkempt thoughts. Just as Katherine lashed out against the women in the scene from “Shrew,” Rachel lashes out against the women in “Afternoon Delight”- and they’re both doing it because of those weighty preconceptions of how women are supposed to be in relationships.
“The Taming of the Shrew” was written over 400 years ago, but still connects to “Afternoon Delight” with comedic moments both light and dark. Both works are laced with drama, but the greater comparison can be made when there is a realization that both of these romantic “dramedies” touch on one elephant in the room: for centuries, men have, and still do, dictate the way women choose to present themselves- not only in relationships, but as a woman in general. Petruchio aims to woo and tame Katherine, trying to shove her on the “right” path to a “perfect” relationship. In the first scene, Rachel and her friend can be compared to Petruchio, trying to push an untamed McKenna into the light. In the second scene, Rachel can be compared to Katherine, with a ruthless Petruchio yelling through her subconscious. At the end of the movie, despite a breakup with her husband, a falling out with most of her friends, and an end to her relationship with McKenna, Rachel ends up happy and comfortable with married life- void of those expectations that were holding her back.
The world often chooses to tell the narrative of the wholeheartedness of people, when evidence poses a very different reality. Often we think of mothers who transform into heroes for their children, lifting cars off of their kids and saving their lives; many mothers, however, are guilty of leaving their children in cars during sweltering summer days. We exalt the good Samaritans of the ASPCA, but fail to analyze those who cause a need for the organization’s work in the first place. The symbiosis between one person and the changing world can be a volatile one when the world tells a story that does not correspond with how that individual sees themselves. The Yellow Birds, a novel by ex-soldier and poet Kevin Powers paints the picture of a man who goes through the tug-of-war of being a picturesque soldier as described by the Marines and being a man battling with the psychological conflict that stems from trying to live up to that narrative.
The Yellow Birds seems full of open-ended statements and unfinished prose, but many of those statements are often some of the most profound within the book. Those short, small pieces of thought from Bartle make the book that much more personal. One quote that stuck out during reading was “I might realize that to understand the world, one’s place in it, is to be always at the risk of drowning.” The obvious follow-up question is drowning in what? Drowning in that unequivocally difficult mental battle between the self and the world. On that page, Bartle describes the bloody murder of a helpless man by him and two of his fellow marines. A gruesome picture was painted of that murder, ruthless and unmerciful. That page is not one of the stories often told of American troops. Troops return home with invisible capes as heroes, their backs embellished with a bold-face “H.” However, Bartle seems to consistently and truly understand not only that what he’s going is a problem, but that finding one’s place in the world could often lead to the generation of confused young men driven by trying to stay afloat with their morals, but being weighted down and drowned by an unwanted paradigm that has been drilled into them. This is also seen when Bartle and his closest friend during the war, Murph, review some mail sent from back home. The war seems to have rendered Murph slightly numb to circumstances that may be troubling for other men.
“We spoke like children. We looked at each other as if into a dim mirror.” “Her other hand on the small of his back. Alive. There was an expression on his face that I have been seen before or since.’ (pp.80-81) In these excerpts, Murph has just read the letter his girlfriend sent him from the States saying they should break up because she’s going to be attending college and moving to one to what she wants to do with their relationship. Bartle says Murph to the letter well. Sterling tried to contest his nonchalant attitude, Murph seemed to just be okay with everything, mentioning that there’s nothing he could do. That short conversation between Murph and Bartle brought about a new sense of camaraderie between the two of them. Again, those military relationships between soldier and civilian is another strong example of how stories about war are misconstrued and how the hero doesn’t always come home to the treasures they left behind. At this point, Murph’s world is the war that he’s immersed and saturated in wartime and war feelings (or lack thereof) have crowded hs judgement into the world that lies in wait for him outside of the war. He, at this point, finds that there are more important things for him to worry about other than having someone to call “baby” when he got back to the US. Throughout all of this, Murph is unperturbed to the extent where he almost seems careless and unconcerned with the situation as a whole. The aura of these pages conveys a very raw sense of disconnection between war and everything that surrounds it, but poetry and prose still shine through the writing. This was no accident on the author’s end. In an interview with Foyles, Powers was asked if the “deeply lyrical quality” of his writing was “intended in counterpoint to the rawness of the dialogue.” Powers answered,
“I intended it not just as counterpoint to the rawness of the dialogue, but also to the rawness of the experience. In that respect it is more point than counterpoint. In trying to demonstrate Bartle's mental state, I felt very strongly that the language would have to be prominent” Perhaps this is not a comparison between the self and the changing world and the stern differences therein, but more of an explanation of the symbiosis between those two. The Yellow Birds is a novel entrenched in the idea of the world’s perception of a specific entity- whether that entity is one man, one group, one population, or one idea. Powers found it of the utmost importance that he made the schism between those two things evident in his writing; no book can be classified as just one thing- not just the words on the page, not just the cover illustration, and not the structure of the writing alone- The Yellow Birds is no exception to that rule.
Powers, Kevin. 4: September 2004 - Al Tafar, Nineveh Province, Iraq. The Yellow Birds. New York: Little, Brown, 2012. 80-81. Print.
“Can anyone tell me what a Credo is?” Mr. Kunkle bellowed from the back of the classroom. People were still dribbling in from lunch, from orchestra practice- from whatever was more important than 8th grade Theology. I was in my seat, pen and paper ready 4 minutes before class even began.
I shot my hand up. Theology wasn’t just Theology. to me- it was Philosophy 101; it seemed I was always playing devil’s advocate for some reason, and that made it all the more tantalizing. Since I’ve been in 8th grade, that position of “table-turner” has always been attractive to me, especially in terms of religion and personal credo. About 3 years ago, my ideas about things that I’d been taught day-in and day-out completely shifted and it was one of the most important shifts of my life.
“Stephanie, wanna tell everyone what a credo is?” Kunkle asked, only half listening to me while preparing his class notes for the day.
“A credo is like a...like a truth. Maybe not fact, but something that you hold to be true for yourself. It’s a statement of your beliefs.”
“Right! Yes, a statement of your beliefs. Like the Apostle’s Creed. Credo is latin for ‘I believe’; it’s what keeps you grounded, where your morals come from, what you go back to when you’re at a crossroads- it’s a creed.”
I knew all this- at this point, it was old gold mumbo jumbo- the same things I’d been hearing for the past two years. This year, however, I hadn’t grown tired of it. In eighth grade I found myself looking past the orthodox teachings of my school; ‘faith’ wasn’t something that could help me hold fast to the ideals that’d been drilled into my head, no matter how many years I’d been getting spoon-fed. However, that didn’t stop me from doing further research on religion and theology and how my perception of the world was- and is- drastically different from many of my Christian peers.
“So,” Kunkle bellowed out after chatter buzzed amongst the classroom. “It’s time to figure out what you believe. This is not a testimonial, this is an outlined description of your beliefs and why you believe them. It’s important to make this objective and universal, but make sure that it is your own.”
That was my cue. My Credo was 5 pages of a religious potluck. If anything, it was more of a history paper than a statement of my religious beliefs. Above all, it contested every Christian belief that I’d been spoonfed. It included the teachings of Jesus in tandem with those of Mohammed, refuted the entire Old Testament, and upheld Egyptian, Greek, Hindu, and Buddhist deities. It exalted the unity in Islam and contested the morality of Catholicism throughout history in conjunction (or disjunction) with the religion.
When proofreading others’ documents, I saw four or five pages of praise to God accompanied by few facts and little actual knowledge. I saw four or five pages of what our teacher asked for the opposite of. While editing their pieces, I realized that few of them put any actual thought and offered them some enlightenment, but the “education” that we’d been receiving forced any opposing thought out of their minds. I was disgusted by my classmates at first, but realized that the assignment had been titled your “Personal Credo,” and found myself rinsed of my disdain. In 8th grade, I fully understood that, in order to understand someone’s personal truth, I didn’t have to accept it. I turned my assignment in on time, final draft pristine.
“Stephanie, we may need to have a talk about your assignment,” my teacher wrote in red ink on my paper. I got a fantastic grade- 98 and only two points off for a few grammatical errors. Yet, the “talk” we had was about the sacrilegious content. A small talk was conducted in the office with the dean, who was concerned about my “spiritual well being” and I found that he was doing the complete opposite of what I’d learned- he was not understanding what I was saying, nor was he accepting my beliefs. For the rest of my eighth grade year I found side eyes from every student and faculty member, I was kicked off the praise band for what my music teacher essentially saw as blasphemy, and comments made on my report card for the final semester of the year were generally along the lines of “Stephanie is such a wonderful student, but I often find that her mind wandered a bit too much during this marking period,” when my work and work ethic was virtually identical if not improved from the beginning of the year.
During my 8th grade year, I found a personal conviction that was a moshing of convictions from other beliefs and very few of the ones I grew up with. My morals and personal beliefs were untainted in my opinion, but because they varied so drastically from those of my school, I was at fault. Despite this divergence between my personal ideals and those of the school, and despite the backlash I received from it, I didn’t drown under the pressure of a different narrative being more popular than my own.
When it comes to American football, the nation’s most popular sport, virtually every player is placed into the limelight. When players commit crimes, that limelight is either drastically brightened or dimmed. The NFL chooses to protect its players and its integrity as any sports league would want to do; this is key to the longevity and popularity of the sport. However, the NFL shows a conflicting combination of mercy and confidentiality to criminals within the league because there is a need to cover up the inherent barbarism of those who play the sport, especially when it comes to domestic violence.
USA Today has a comprehensive database of all NFL arrests (including citations, indictments, and detainments) between 2000 and 2014, and an article from FiveThirtyEight.com proffers a visual rendition of this data in relation to other men in the age group of most football players. The combination of these data sets shows two things: first, the outcomes of a majority of NFL players’ crimes are left undetermined. This means that over the last decade and a half, hundreds of cases have gone unfinished and unresolved, leaving room for further error on the part of the players. Secondly, a little higher than 55 percent of those arrests are due to domestic violence. Though much lower than the national average, it’s still a high number compared to men in general. “...55.4 percent is more than four times worse than the league’s arrest rate for all offenses (13 percent), and domestic violence accounts for 48 percent of arrests for violent crimes among NFL players, compared to our estimated 21 percent nationally,” writes Benjamin Morris, the author of the FiveThirtyEight article. Morris proposes that “If the NFL is capable of reducing any harm its players are causing — whether through harsher suspensions or other policies targeting behavior — it may have a legal (or at least moral) duty to do so.”
Morris’ statement presents the crux of the argument. There is an understanding that football players are capable of causing harm not only to one another- but to those in their homes, to those in their communities, and to themselves. Many fans might argue that policing one’s off-field demeanor may take away from their aggression on the field and their effectiveness with play execution. However, one must ask where the line between the passion that fuels sport crosses into something unacceptable. Those numbers are concrete and the data is unwavering- over the last ten years, out of 93 cases, at least two thirds of those domestic violence charges have no resolution or have been rapidly acquitted without punishment from the league. The punishment generally comes from the team and few players were cut days after their arrests. However, those few are the exceptions to the rule of lackadaisical policing within the NFL. What can be done about these situations? What can league commissioner Roger Goodell do when it comes to punitive judgement for those who commit crimes in the NFL?
Considering Goodell has had to face a flurry of drama and controversy since he became the commissioner in 2006, he has done well to keep his composure. Yet this summer’s headlines about former Baltimore Ravens Running back, Ray Rice, seem to have expended all of his calm. In past years, domestic violence has been lightly dealt with and pushed under the rug as something to become a common statistic within the league. However, the Ray Rice case has helped Goodell and the league as a whole see that something must be done. On August 28th, USAToday published a copy of a letter the Commissioner wrote to the coaches and general NFL community, addressing the domestic violence problem within the league. In this letter, Goodell outlined the repercussions for domestically and sexually violent players. He shows that there will be very little leniency for offenders: “Effective immediately, violations of the Personal Conduct Policy regarding assault, battery, domestic violence or sexual assault that involve physical force will be subject to a suspension without pay of six games for a first offense, with consideration given to mitigating factors, as well as a longer suspension when circumstances warrant. Among the circumstances that would merit a more severe penalty would be a prior incident before joining the NFL, or violence involving a weapon, choking, repeated striking, or when the act is committed against a pregnant woman or in the presence of a child. A second offense will result in banishment from the NFL; while an individual may petition for reinstatement after one year, there will be no presumption or assurance that the petition will be granted.”
Despite the new disciplinary standards, there is still a small amount of leeway given to members of the NFL. Though they are stern and strict, they are rules that can still be bent. A pliable rule is one of the most dangerous things an institution can adopt as exceptions can be made left and right to accomodate for the credibility and popularity thereof. Although the new standards that have been set mention that a second offense will result in banishment from the NFL, there is still a possibility for reinstatement. There is hope for those who commit heinous acts, covered by the veil of a new set of rules. The NFL takes a strong position against domestic violence, but not one strong enough to ensure that the numbers of both victims and perpetrators is reduced to none. All a criminal needs is the hope that he will not be caught. When the NFL shows this small and subtle amount of leniency is shown on heinous acts like domestic violence, it does nothing but perpetuate the idea that barbarism is a commonly accepted theme within the league.
I entered Mr. Block’s classroom on the first day of school, the euphoric touch of summer still lingering in the air. It seemed like we were immediately split up into groups- sharing M&M’s amongst each other, trying to understand global inequality. I figured this was probably a one day thing, an interactive icebreaker- a little fun for the first day of school. Little did I know, all year I would be learning and engaging in the world around me with projects, worksheets, class discussions, role plays, and mock trials. From the Age of Exploration to following the Ukrainian Revolution day-by-day, I learned more and more about myself as a global citizen. I realized that, in order to comprehend another person’s lifestyle, culture, situations, etc., it is imperative that you step into the shoes of that person as best you can- and this year’s World History course helped me do that.
“Understand that everyone has their own spiritual beliefs- whether those beliefs are varied, similar, trying, or nonexistent (even the belief in the nonexistence of something is still a belief). Do not drown in your ignorance, but grab onto the life preserver that calls itself the pursuit of knowledge and happiness therein. “Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace” (The Dalai Lama)”
In this class, whenever we spoke about religion in any way, I was fully intrigued. Usually a topic like religion would be overlooked or heckled by someone like myself- a 16 year-old, God-mocking, ball of inquisition. However, just as we have been required to walk in another person’s shoes in an attempt to truly understand who they are, I treaded uncharted territory and uncalm waters. I found that whenever we spoke about religion, I was pulling back bigger things on life, on society, on cultures, filling my knowledge bank with lump sums of information, gaining interest with each new drop of knowledge I gained. I found this especially pertinent when it came to our first quarter benchmark, which explored and compared two religions and debunking (or proving) some of the myths that social media has put forth. In my benchmark, I dissected Satanism and Scientology, two of the most popular, yet occultic, religions. This opened my eyes, forcing me to overlook my previous convictions and explore a new realm as open-mindedly as possible. Granted, I did end up backing up some of my previous thoughts, but I came out of the process having so much more knowledge that I entered it with.
Another piece of writing that explored religion, rights, and belief systems is my response to and analysis of an excerpt from Battle for God by Karen Armstrong. The novel, an explanation and exploration of fundamentalism in different religions lead me to create a very dense and almost insignificant piece of writing, but one that I’m extremely proud of. The excerpt actually dove into the idea behind extremism and what may even be beyond extremism and I found that very interesting, wondering what could possibly be worse or more extreme than, well, extremism.
Our Revolution Guidebook was one of my favorite projects although my end result was less than desired. After long nights of perfecting Keynote animations and timing, exporting it to QuickTime, and further editing it in iMovie (which kept shutting down)- I finally had a finished product.
Well, an almost finished product. There was a requirement for me to have some sort of voice-over or narration during the project- but sweet irony played its role when the technology wouldn’t work on a project about how great technology is. Regardless of the lack of narration in my project, I loved what lead up to this benchmark- all of the videos we watched, all of the research we did looking at the news, following the Ukrainian Revolution day-by-day. This revolution unit was truly an exceptional experience; it was one of the few times in my short high school career that I’ve truly felt engaged and part of something much greater than myself. We were able to step into others’ shoes and see what freedoms we would not be granted in other countries. At one point, we were split into groups and had to research a specific part of the Arab Spring and we also read an excerpt of Diaries of an Unfinished Revolution; at one point, the narrator said the following:
“From that point onwards, I lost the ability to estimate time, in fact, from that point onwards we stepped outside time altogether; lost our link to the passage of night and day.”
I found that particularly interesting. My commentary on that quote was “I think that time is the thing humans truly value most because it is the only thing that is both very sure and unsure. We know we have now, but we many not have later. To take away someone’s perception of time is one the cruelest acts.”
All in all, this part of our revolution unit really harbored a sense of awareness within me. It fostered an understanding that I have a myriad of basic human rights that I take for granted on a daily basis. But that wasn’t the end of it. We then went on to learn about the famous French Revolution and how it affected Europe and other parts of the world, namely, Haiti. The highlight of this unit was a role play that we did, indicting the King for his crimes against the French citizens. Many people were asked to step out of their comfort zones to become a bit more humble or incredibly pious, which made it all the more interesting.
I played the Duchesse de Tourzel, a noblewoman and close friend to the royal family. As a woman of her status, she didn’t want to be bothered with the revolution, swatting it away as if it were a gnat near her tea. She thought very little of it, seeing it as nothing more than a nuisance and a danger to her nobility. When all was said and done, we were told to write a reflection on the entire Revolution. My favorite quote from my reflection is something that I never really thought about before, but is incredibly important.
It says, “They chased after liberty as if it were something to be saved from captivity, or something being held for ransom. They ran after justice as if it were something that would disappear with time. This race against the clock, this idea of “We want it now!” being carried through with immense bloodshed is something that embodies the decline of a revolution. Revolutions must happen with urgency, but without haste. They must happen effectively, but rationally. When weapons and rebel yells come into play, that is when people lose their judgment. That is when people lose sight of the original goal. Granted, it may do the job,, but it doesn’t always harbor a sense of calm and security, a true sense of The End, when all is said and done.” I think that goes for anything in life- there must be a balance of fervor and calm, of passion and humility. I loved the French Revolution unit, as it was one of the most interactive units I’ve ever had in any of my classes.
Finally, one of my favorite responses that I’d written was to an article called Return to Nigeria written in the New York Times by Enuma Okoro. The article explains how Okoro, growing up the United States, began to lose her African identity. Because of that, she decided to return to her motherland, Nigeria, and dive back into her heritage. I think a really important quote from that response is, “Why not return to a place where, as Enuma Okoro mentioned, you don’t ‘have to explain some aspect of your identity on a daily basis, where you did not have to offer people a reason, no matter how subtle, for why you were among them.’ It’s something we require in America that segregates this melting pot. It’s like when kids pick all the vegetables out of a stew and eat just meat and potatoes. I think that it’s important for people to identify where they are from with conviction, especially because there have been hundreds of unprecedented and unwarranted diasporas of people of color throughout the years...”
This year, I found myself thinking about my surroundings and how I affect the world rather than how the world affects me. I enjoyed having the spotlight taken off myself for a while, being asked to try and mold myself into many different types of people and characters to try and understand what I could not come close to comprehending before. I learned more about myself as a global citizen- and that’s something that I’m very proud of.
For the first history project of the year, we studied something that is not at all in our past, but is, in fact, very current. The KeystoneXL Pipeline is a pipeline-extension project proposed by TransCanada, a Canadian Oil company, that has been projected to run through the center of America starting in Alberta, Canada, and traveling down to Southeast Texas, where it will meet with refineries, and be shipped out to other countries.
Being in charge of our own oil, having our own pipeline- one big enough for the country to
access as a whole- is something fresh and new for Americans, something we’ve long awaited. It means lower gas prices to some, more tax revenue to others, and easily accessible oil to many. Not only does it provide these benefits, but it supplies thousands with promising jobs and shines light on an end to whatever "War on Oil" that may be left with unfriendly countries.
However, with many things in America, there is a cache of hidden information, because this pipeline is absolutely too terrible to be true. Drilling miles into the ground, uprooting forests, contaminating essential groundwater with toxic tar sands, releasing methane into drinking water so that people can light their faucets on fire in their own homes; the chance that things like these could happen is very, very high. This the face of the KeystoneXL Pipeline. Whether or not the pros outweigh the cons, or vice versa, is for everyone to decide for themselves.
Yet, before delving further into the issue, here are some key pointers on the situation:
The pipeline will carry crude oil/ tar sands from Hardisty, Alberta to Steele City, Nebraska. It will then be sent further south to refineries in southeast Texas.(TransCanada)
Conspiracy and cover-ups: The ERM (Environmental Resources Management) lobbies for TransCanada on behalf of this very project, and “...the State Department’s favorable report on the Keystone XL was written by a company that works for TransCanada and over a dozen other companies that have stakes in the Alberta tar sands.” (FriendsoftheEarth, Climate&Capitalism)
“[This pipeline] will create thousands of American jobs and decrease our dependence on unfriendly nations for energy...like Venezuela and the Middle Eastern dictators by depriving Americans of oil when gas prices are around four dollars...” -Congressman Ted Poe during a KeystoneXL Pipeline Press Conference (Youtube)
Because the pipeline crosses an international border, President Obama has the final say on the matter. Legislation has been passed by the House of Representatives that forces him to make up his mind by November 1. (MotherJones)
Many scientists have noted that, not only is the pipeline environmentally harmful, it’s nonsensical. (MotherJones)
This brings us to the creative portion of this project, the monologues.
1.) Sacrificing Virtues to Compensate for Vices
Beatriz has just finished a conversation with her son, who works for the ERM. He called to tell her that she needs to move off her farmland to a place where she can do what she loves without the KeystoneXL pipeline adversely affecting it. She protests, feeling nostalgic. She begins explaining the situation and her feelings to her younger sister, Alexis, and her young daughter, Castalia.
“ I have to irrigate because this farm is so damn big and I can’t get around it all by myself...I used to have Paolo here every day when I was younger and he’d always take samples of the water and make sure it was the best quality for watering whatever we were watering. He’d help around the home, doing what he loved to do. His intelligence got hooked on the money, though. He relished in working with me, making a healthy profit off the land, doing things that will later benefit the earth. I'm afraid he just kills the earth to abide by his company's [wishes]”
Read the entire monologue here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/172897278/Sacrificing-Virtues-for-Vices
2.) Concerned, Not.
Francesca is in a meeting that’s just about to end, advocating on behalf of the benefits of the KeystoneXL Pipeline. She loves her job as he gets to interact with all types of people, especially being from New York and moving up to Canada. She’s never loved interaction with people more than she does now. However, she’s noticing, as she is a marketing director for TransCanada, that with all big companies come corruption. She wants to tell people the truth, but there are two obstacles: her job versus her daughter.
“Ah, we were on questions, yes. Alright, so I guess we’ll have to do things a bit elementary, raising hands is the way to go [chuckling]....don’t all raise your hands at once, now.....Ma’am in the blue button down, what would you like to know? Yes, you in the lovely baby blue top. Your name? Samantha, I’ve got an answer. The pipeline is totally safe, but we must first realize the fact that this is American made with most workers actually from states out here like Nebraska, some as far down as Texas [she names the state as if it were a far off land]. This is a great American feat for brilliant American people [she finishes with a smile worthy of a commercial].”
Read the entire monologue here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/172910933/Concerned-Not
3.) The Genius Behind the Evil
Melissa has just gotten off the phone with her mom to finish working on an article addressing the pros and cons of the Keystone XL Pipeline. She’s discussing the situation with her boyfriend, partner in activism, and classmate, Tim. Working for an online publication aimed towards a younger audience, her mentor often calls on her to produce controversial articles pertinent to current events- and to produce them as unbiasedly as possible. Though she loves her mom, she often bashes her employer, TransCanada, for their lack of empathy for life in all its splendor, but praises the genius behind the evil and tries to learn from their persuasiveness as a writing tactic of her own.
“....I almost....y’know what..no [she slams her pen down] I do applaud TransCanada for getting this far without someone shutting their entire operation right down. Look on their website, yo. They have two paragraphs about the pipeline. TWO. [laughing] That’s all! The way they’re pulling this together is brilliant. [mumbling information to herself] “....crude oil refineries in the Gulf Coast...” They said nothing about American jobs, nothing about the price, it’s crude oil for Christ’s sake!”
Read the entire monologue here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/172938739/The-Genius-Behind-the-Evil
Tracy Lynn crafts another gripping, yet comedic, novel for the eyes of young adults. This book, titled Rx helps the modern teenager understand the ongoing strife between their daily ‘Job’ of being a teenager and the struggles that come with it: self-esteem issues, self-recognition, relationships, romanticism, academic achievement, and highlights drug abuse.
Rx’s main character, Thyme, has a preconceived fascination with drugs, not because she wants to have to rely on them. Simply because of what drugs have the ability to do;
She begins her short tenure as a drug dealer in her upscale suburban high school after she steals her close friend, and eventual boyfriend, Will’s bottle of Ritalin for herself to use as a study drug after he rejects using it. Once she begins using it for herself, she starts to try other drugs wherever she may find them: medicine cabinets, purses, kitchen counters, friends’ book bags. Once she begins controlling her own mood swings and the counter effects of the drugs she’s taking, she begins selling and dealing them to her other friends that have the same dependences as she does.
In the final section of the book (the novel is divided into two sections: Junior Year and Senior Year, the last chapter of the book, titled The End goes into Thyme’s very first year as a freshman in college), Thyme finds herself in the bathroom of her dorm in college, and as she organizes her bathroom caddy, she finds a few pills. She goes to the toilet to flush them down and end her cycle as a dealer, but before she can react, she overhears her new acquaintances asking where they might get Adderall or Ritalin or Stratera. They're willing to pay, and Thyme is willing to supply.
Tracy Lynn crafts Thyme in a way that she does not, in any way, fit the profile of a drug dealer: she is a straight A student, intent on going to college, finishing her work, being kind and cordial with everyone, looking out for those she loves, living in an affluent community. She doesn’t have the assumed conniving spirit of a drug dealer. She keeps her situation quiet for as long as possible, she remains under the radar.
Lynn shows that not only middle and lower class children experience the temptation of finding a way to ‘help’ themselves with whatever they need, through the assistance of drugs and drug abuse. She gives a different perspective; it is one that some are aware exists, but is unbeknownst to the masses. She brings it to light in this thought-provoking novel.
In Lynn’s afterword, she tells her readers that her reasons for writing a book such as Rx are “purely personal”. She was friends with two people whose lives were adversely affected by the wear and tear of illegally obtained prescription drug addiction and abuse. She warns readers that the phrase “just say no” does not get easier to follow with age. A touching finish to a book such as this, I find that Tracy Lynn really implemented her personal life in this novel, which is always reassuring to recognize when it comes to a novel like this.
I find that the summary on the back fits the book perfectly, but doesn’t give too much away. It summarizes but isn’t too revealing. Rx by Tracy Lynn is a novel that I recommend to those who love a book that they can connect with. I found one quote especially moving, and have used it in my writing: “In high school, hell is not the absence of God, but of communication.” I will carry that with me forever. Nevertheless, Rx is a novel for all readers. Insightful and appealing, Rx will always find itself on my bookshelf.
La sala para la casa del Señor Bey
-una sala está muy grande
- Muchas ventanas en los paredes
- grandes y altas
-cortinas transparentes para la verana. Cortinas regulares para la la primavera,
otoño, y invierno.
-Paredes blancos y un pareda de ladrilla
- piso de madera
Hello all! This is my third, and final blog on SLATE about my YATW (You and the World) Project! (click on all the images to enlarge them)
A bit of background:
In Ms. Dunn’s 9th grade English class at SLA, we are called to find a topic that interests us and, throughout the year, gradually become agents of change. My topic was Art in Philadelphia and I wanted to highlight what we have to offer as an artistic city. You can find my first and second blogs on SLATE (the SLA blog).
Though my process was simple and straightforward, it is still in the works, and I think it highlights the vast importance of technology in this day and age.
On April 28, I created a google form comprised of questions that everyone can answer about art and artists and the meaning of both. On April 30, I did about seven interviews of my peers. I tried to choose students of all grades, but only a certain number of people showed up for their interview. Nevertheless, this amount of people was perfect for my work. The questions were short, sweet, and simple. However, a few of my peers were avid interviewees and gave me lengthy, thoughtful answers. The questions were:
1. What is Philadelphia known for?
2. What is art? Does it have to be seen?
3. Who are artists?
4. Should artists band together to make this city beautiful
Below is a video of the interviews with a bit of commentary, please watch!
As young artists in the city of Philadelphia, we see art around us all of the time. Everywhere we go, art is intentionally or unintentionally on display. Not everything is beautiful and not everything is aesthetically pleasing, but art is still very alive in our city. For children that go to public schools, this ‘call to arms’ is louder than ever with the proposed budget cuts ahead. Over these past couple weeks, I have never been so passionate with my education as I am now. On May 7, I participated in my very first protest- one against these terrifying budget cuts, walking out of my school building with a massive crowd of fellow students and down to 440 N. Broad Street to protest with sincerity on the steps outside of the Philadelphia School District Headquarters. (Full story) . In a few weeks, my dreams of starting a beautification club will come to light. I’ve spoken to our principal, Chris Lehmann about painting the school and we’ll be doing just that in a week or so with a project titled "We Have Hands, Let's Use Them!" This is the first installment of many projects and mural-esque paintings we'll be doing that focuses on the budget cuts and why education is so important to us. Much thanks to all who’ve volunteered and helped me with this portion of my project!
When it comes to art, my main medium is photography. When I leave high school, I’m going to college for photography- I want to make it my life. My friends and family are such big supporters of mine and a very close friend of the family has given me the job of Event Photographer for her dance company’s recital. I’m extremely excited that on June 9th, I’ll have my first big photogig of the year ( Dance Journey’s 2012 performance photos ).
Not only am I photographing for events, I’ve started a tumblr blog just for my photography called “Aestheticia” pronounced as-the-tish-uh, not so much as a psuedonym, but as an idea. I want to turn Aestheticia into a movement. I want to be a stle of photography that truly encourages photographers to beautify real-time, and to make life aesthetically pleasing. Throughout March and April, I went on many photography expeditions with my friends and by myself. There were times when we found ourselves in neighborhoods we weren’t even sure of, and times where we felt right at home. This You and the World project has helped me branch out; In the first week of my blog (April 27th was the starting date), I gained 35 followers. My pictures have circulated the interwebs and I now have upwards of 300 followers (the screenshot below was taken on May 10th) and have sold four prints of my photography to three friends and a photography enthusiast in Virginia! I also went to two arts-type festivals (Mt. Airy Day, PIFA- Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts) and plan to go many more over the summer starting with ArtScape (The nations largest free arts festival!) in Baltimore during July and ending with the Brave New Voices Festival in Chicago in the beginning of August.
(below is a photo of a piece during 2012's ArtScape when I went with a friend for the very first time)
I find this to be a tremendous achievement as many of the pictures that circulate on tumblr are all of places like New York and Paris and Italy, unbeknownst to the rest of the world that very few of the people reblogging these pictures have ever been these places and that Philadelphia is beautiful. I want to help get our city to the point where it’s not “New York’s Unsuccessful Little Brother” anymore. This is our city; it’s big, it’s vast, it’s beautiful, it’s hidden. We need to get ourselves out there- I want to do that with my photography.
On this blog, I will also create a page specifically for our beautification club titled “The Aestheticians.” When our very first project is done, I’ll post on all of my social networking sites about it. Pictures and footage will most definitely be on aestheticia.tumblr.com
I want to thank everyone who’s kept up with my project these past months! It is crucial that we get the word out there about artists and the beauty in our city! Please visit http://www.aestheticia.tumblr.com for my photography and please, please, please do ALL that you can to be informed about the School District’s 2013-14 Fiscal Year and the budget cuts we are likely to undergo. More information can be found at:http://thenotebook.org/sites/default/files/Lump%20sum%20resolution%20FY13-14%20%28FINAL%29.pdf
*All of the photography in this blog post is mine, please do not steal any images. Thanks!
"WE HAVE HANDS, LET'S USE THEM! "
Blog Post 1
Blog Post 2
Negative space is the shape that an object leaves in space when it is removed from that very space. If you were to place a ball in the middle of the floor, the sphere that is left when the space is shaded around is the negative space.
B. Explain how you found negative space in 1. your cut out?, 2. in your still life drawing?In my cut out (seen below), the negative space was simply the inverse of the pieces I had already cut out and pasted onto my second sheet of paper. It was like placing the handmade pieces of a jigsaw puzzle back together. When sketching the still life, I simply drew the outline of the shapes I saw and shaded around them, erasing for finer lines where it was necessary.
C. Why does it help an artist to see in negative space?It helps to see negative space so that the artist has a better understanding of the shapes that comprise his or her work.
D. Does seeing in negative space enhance drawings, why or why not?
I certainly think it does. I think it's a good skill to have with any for of visual art because, when you practice negative space, it helps you see the shapes that are the foundation of your piece. Getting the basic shapes of a drawing can really help enhance the final turnout of the piece.
I'm not sure if this was actually something I learned, however, this project did help me realize the importance of a vanishing point and making sure that your orthogonal lines really do trace back to said point. It really creates structure and dimension in one's work. When done properly, just making sure that the lines in a piece go in the right direction can change a good piece of artwork into a great piece of artwork.
b. How did learning this thing make your drawings better?
As I said, knowing where your lines go certainly helps with the dimension of the drawing. When I realized this, my drawing ended up really being more than rectangles and triangles and diagonal lines. The direction of each of my lines ended up being incredibly significant to my finished product from turning a piece of paper into a full room.
c. If you did this assignment again, what would you do differently?
I would certainly take out my ink tracing. I sketched over my drawing in the final stages in the hopes that it would help the colors and dimensions really 'pop'. However, it took my piece from a finished drawing to a sketch with color.
d. What is your advice to someone who has never drawn a one point perspective drawing before?
Measure, measure, measure! Make sure that your lines all match up and that the actual dimensions of whatever your drawing make sense when scaled up or down. It's a very simple sounding task that, honestly, can completely change your drawing if not done properly.
e. What resource helped you the most and why?My sketchbook sketches on one-point perspective were extremely helpful during this process. I sketched them over and over to get a sort of 'muscle memory' type of relationship between my pencil and my hand.
The small orbs on the top of each box were painted with specific colors. I referred to a mood-ring chart to show Lady Macbeth's various emotions throughout the play ranging from stormy and passionate to lonely and paranoid. I set the boxes in descending order by height to visually show her downfall, and because the boxes had lids and could be opened, I put the quotes that I analyzed for that specific body paragraph in each box and I was done.
The process for my project was actually rather timely; it only took about an hour and a half to finish and I did so the night before with ample time left in the night for me to sleep. The only problems I encountered during the creation of this project were gluing pieces in the wrong order and having to reorder things, mixing colors to properly coincide with those on the mood chart, printing problems, and actually getting my project to school. However, there were very few learning walls and mind-blocks for me to experience.
In my classmates projects, I saw a deep thoughtfulness throughout. The artistic qualities of my classmates and the ability to be as innovative as some were was extremely noticeable. I appreciate their hard work and I feel that there was a level 'playing-field'. No projects were absolutely utterly mind-blowingly incredible, but no projects were dull, drab, or pointless.
Please pardon the relatively poor image quality on the pictures of my project.
Me llamo Stephanie. Sin embargo, mis amigos me llaman ‘Steph’ o ‘Dyson’ (Dyson es mi apellido). Tengo quince años, pero yo no siento que tengo quince por que mi cumpleaños es en noviembre. Soy estudiante de Science Leadership Academy. Está en Filadelfia, en el centro de la ciudad, y está cerca de El Instituto de Franklin y está en colaboración con El Instituto. Hay cinco pisos, pero nosotros sólo usar cuatro. No tenemos exámenes largos, pero en unas clases, tenemos pruebas. Hay 26 profesores en toda, pero tener solo siete en una semana. Hay 465 estudiantesen toda, sin embargo tener en mi grado, hay más o menos 100-125 estudiantes de primer año. Tenemos muchos clubes y deportes. Tenemos beisból y sofból, chicas y chicos basquetból, chicas y chicos campo a través, chicos y chicas fútbol, chicos y chicas atletismo, y disco. Además tenemos Naciones Unidas de imitación, A capela, club de tecnología, y club de robóticas y como si fuera poco, tenemos que poesía, GSA y club de libro.
Tengo que cinco clases en un día; por ejemplo, hoy tengo literatura, historia, álgebra, ingeniería y español. Tengo ocho clases en una semana (incluso consejería y almuerzo). Dos de mis clases favoritas son historia y español. ¿Por qué? Estas clases son bastantes divertidas y un poquito difíciles. Español es especialmente importante por mi profesión futura. Tengo ganas de estoy una profesora de preparatoria. Me fascina español porque es un poquito difícil pero mucho interesante. Me encanta historia porque mi profesor Señor Beckford es muy cómico pero él es un profesor magnífico. Hay tanto a aprender en mi clase de historia y yo aprendo tanto en la clase. Hay también tanto de discusión en el clase de temas diferentes. No me gusta nada bioquímica; es bastante aburrido y yo no aprendo mucho. El profesor no es mi favorito y la clase es muy estresante. En mi opinión, es increíblemente difícil si tú no tienes aptitud por ciencia, ¡y yo no tengo aptitud por ciencia nada! En historia, necesitan una computadora por todo casi pero tengo unas plumas y uno cuaderno porque me encanta escribir. Para tener éxito en esta clase es increíblemente importante prestar mucha atención. Es bastante necesario porque hay tanto de hablar y notas unos cuantos.
La Señorita Manuel enseña Español. Ella es Filipina y bastante baja. Ella es muy divertida pero muy estricta con tarea. Ella quiere de nos intentos frases en español antes nosotros decir en inglés. En mi opinión, ella quiere nos hablar con fluidez y esto es qué me gusta de su. Uno profesor más es El Señor Beckford; enseña mi clase de historia. En su clase, es tanto escribir. Me encanta escribir mucho, es por eso que me gusta historia.
Me fascina SLA porque es la súper mejor escuela. Me fascina especialmente mi “stream” de SLA- anaranjado porque somos unidos; ellos son mi familia segunda. Lo que más me gusta de SLA es son profesores y facultad. Soy mucha contenta de mi aceptación en Science Leadership Academy. No me gusta las pruebas- pruebas son terribles depende de la clase. Por ejemplo, pruebas en mis clases de algebra y bioquímica, las pruebas son muchas difíciles. Pero en toda, SLA es magnífico. Soy contenta eso tengo un parte de SLA; es una mejor escuela un poquito difícil, pero mucho bien.
In my first blog post, I came to you with facts. I came to you with the basis of my project; I planned to go into the city and look at the art, the story, that has been captured in murals and paintings, wheat-pastings and sculptures. Now, with a bit of my own research, I have more information and ideas at my benevolent disposal.
As Philadelphians, many of us are incredibly privileged. With 32 museums, it is one of few American cities with a number as high as this. But, perhaps art isn’t just classical. Perhaps art isn’t just what we find in museums. As I thought and thought, I noticed that most of the art we find in Philadelphia isn’t by Van Gogh or Monet, but it’s been made by the hands of people today; those living and breathing in our city now are those making art the most with the most influence.
Understand that I don’t mean to disdain or put any blemish on the concept of classical art. Having classical works hanging on my walls and having a middle name with roots in the word Renaissance itself (Reneé...), I have absolutely no reason to believe that urban art and contemporary art has a greater place in this world, this city, than the classics.
However, it got me to thinking: Is it possible that, in this time, urban art means more? It is my belief that it does mean more. I believe that urban art has a major influence on the children today, and especially on our city. For this research, I conducted a small survey which consisted of 9 questions all referring to the current state of urban art in Philadelphia.
Entitled, “What is Art in Philadelphia,” my survey’s first and second questions referred to the Mural Arts Programs which I had hoped to get in contact with before posting this blog. However, I was not able to contact the MAP for an interview due to run-ins with a lack of time and other responsibilities (I have especially learned in this project that it is a major mistake to bite off more than you can chew!). However, my first two questions did address the idea of the MAP and City Government funding.
88% of those who took the survey knew about the MAP, though 100% of those surveyed agreed completely that the Program should receive City Government funding. Results corresponded well with my beliefs; I believe this shows the vast influence that urban art has had on our community. Though most of my answers were completely anonymous, for those that I specifically reached out to, the answerers were spread throughout the city; this is a clear representation of how widespread our urban art is- just within the city of Philadelphia.
Out of 9 questions, I found three particularly interesting. When I spoke with my brother about what questions I should add onto my survey, he shot out “Ask what they think about graffiti!” At that, I typed up the following questions:
- What is an artist?
- Is graffiti a form of art?
- Can those who graffiti, then, be qualified as artists?
The answers were widespread and the following picture is the results of this question:
As an agent of change, I will be sending out another survey to students around the city; college students, high school students, learners of all sorts. I hope to facilitate the beautification of my school, Science Leadership Academy. Being downtown and in the heart of Philadelphia, each advisory will carefully select a wall to decorate and make wondrous with a motif or main topic that is seen in and around Philadelphian culture. I'll be sending out yet another survey across the inter-webs and around my school to prepare for this. With blog #3, I plan to have photographs and news of SLA's beautification!
Again, refer to my first blog for more information!
Here is my annotated bibliography for a reputable record of my sources.
Below is one final treat; a video of many people who see street art as art and not vandalism from Artist "Banksy" (courtesy of CBS)
Winter Town by Stephen Emond may seem completely different; it doesn't have a lovey dovey title, the cover only has one character portrayed, even the synopsis (which is pretty revealing so I couldn't put it in my review) doesn't outrightly suggest a young adult romance novel. Kirkus Reviews said, "Compelling, honest and true—this musing about art and self-discovery, replete with pitch-perfect dialogue, will have wide appeal.”
It might seem different from the rest because, in retrospect, it is. A finely cut, authentic, real gem amongst a sea of plastic rhinestones, Winter Town does not disappoint.
In Stephen Emond's second novel, the relationship of two childhood peas-in-a-pod, Lucy and Evan, is written as well as the script for any indie-movie. As children, they were virtually inseparable; they went to the same school, lived within walking distance of each other, sat around and illustrated stories via comic strip, and created mythical worlds (Bridge to Terabithia-esque) in spare time that they always seemed to have while they were with each other. Lucy moves out of town as a result of her parents divorce and Evan anxiously awaits her arrival every winter; one year, however, he is met with a 'surprise'. The once clean-cut, semi-nerd, good-girl Lucy has transformed into an eyeliner-wearing, baggier, mysterious Lucy. What could it be that has changed her so drastically? The book follows the two as Evan tries to bring Old Lucy ™ back and as New Lucy ™ makes attempts at gaining Evan's acceptance, and finding herself.
An extremely strong point in the book is the dual character format in which Emond writes the book. He writes the first 'part' from Evan's perspective, there is a small interlude, and the second part is told from Lucy's perspective. Both sides of the same story are given; you get into both heads. It's perfect. As for Winter Town's weaknesses, I would like to mention that though the synopsis says it's funny, there were very few points in the book that I had a nice hearty laugh. Giggles were strewn throughout the book, certainly, but I wouldn't classify Winter Town as a comedy. The incredible art that Emond weaves throughout the story is also a strength of the novel.
My short bibliography
foto 1: Ed Sheeran
foto 2: Rupert Grint
foto 3: Sean Astin
¡Hola, mi amig@ nuevo! ¿Qué tal? Yo soy bien. Me llamo Stephanie ¿Cómo te llamas? ¿Cuánto años tiene? Tengo quince años. Mi cumpleaños es el seis de noviembre, como Emma Stone. ¿Cuándo es tu cumpleaños? ¿De dónde eres tu? Soy de Filadelfia. Se conoce como “La Ciudad de Amor Fraternal”.
¿Y tú? ¿Cómo eres?
Me gusta jugar deportes los fine de semana y estudiar para clase de español, pero no me gusta nada estudiar para pruebas en español. Me encanta cantar y bailar. ¡Me encanta es jugar videojuegos! Mi videojuegos favorita es Call of Duty: Black Ops, Modern Warfare 3, Assassin’s Creed 2, Uncharted 2, y mucho mas. Me encanta pasar un rato con me mejor amiga. Me encanta salir con mi novio...estaba jobiendo. Jajajaja.
¿Y a ti? ¿Qué te gusta hacer?
Bueno, me voy porque tengo que trabajo de clase. ¡Adios!
Con cariño, Stephanie
-Mae West, actress
This is the city that we live in, the city that many of us were born in and the city that many of us will die in. Philadelphia. On corner after corner there is a fusion of cultures, a melting pot of languages and accents. There are those who are old and those who are young, people all around the city with varying ages and points of view. There are the rich, the impoverished, the spoiled, the rewarded, the honored, the shunned, the beloved, the disgraceful. For nearly 330 years, this city has been thriving, bustling every day with something new for the Inquirer to touch base on.
It’s a gorgeous city; not just because Fairmount Park is the largest urban park in the world (and people think Central Park is something special...), or because we have one of the most beautiful city skylines, or because we have architectural feats such as Liberty Place and the Comcast Center. These are all credible sources of endearment for the Cradle of Liberty, but not the ones I’m thinking of.
For my You and the World Project, I am thinking of the arts in Philadelphia. I am thinking of me in this world we know as Philadelphia, and what a foundational part of my life has to do with it. Philly has the most outdoor murals and statues among all of the American states. Known for it’s public art, our city boasts projects and feats such as the Comcast Center and the ‘Comcast Experience HD Video Wall’ inside the building itself. An architectural wonder, it is one of only four buildings in America taller than 900 feet. Within the building, in what is called the “Winter Garden” (the main lobby), there is an artistic and technological wonder. This is the Comcast Experience HD Video Wall that I mentioned.
This 2,000 square foot wall stretches minds as it is the world’s largest 4 millimeter screen. At 24.5 feet high, it allows for everyone that walks into the Comcast Center to see the displays of anything from smiling businessmen and women, to a picture of a nebula, to pirouetting ballerinas. Look here for more about the Comcast Experience: http://www.visitphilly.com/museums-attractions/philadelphia/comcast-experience-video-wall-comcast-center/and learn more about the Comcast Center itself here: http://www.visitphilly.com/museums-attractions/philadelphia/comcast-center/
The Comcast Center is obviously not the only spectacle our city has to be proud of; it’s known across the country that Philly is a city of art and culture. The beauty we have to offer is always moving, being rejuvenated, refreshed, and resurfaced. Bustling and busy are we. However high this city holds it's halo, though, it still has flaws. And the arts are bringing the beauty back. Especially with the Mural Arts Program. Started in 1984, Jane Golden, muralist and painter, made friends with graffiti artists around the city. Impressed by their ability to create, she recruited them to make murals across the city, covering up the ruinous work done by vandals, and creating beautiful, sky-high masterpieces that spoke volumes about Philly’s history and culture. Because over 3,000 murals have been born from the Program, our city has been give another nickname, “The City of Murals”, around the world. You can view many of these murals and the one below (N. 17th Street, done in 2004) in this slideshow on time.com
Yet, it’s not just beauty that the Mural Arts Program roots for. About 1,500 youths in neighborhoods around the city have benefitted from the Program. They cater to at-risk youths, especially. Kids who wouldn’t have exposure to the arts on such a grand scale are given the opportunity to paint and, in the end, create a masterpiece for the entire neighborhood, city, country, and even world to see.
“Educational programs use an intensive curriculum that involves mural-making as a dynamic means to engage youth and to teach transferable life and job skills such as taking personal responsibility, teamwork, and creative problem-solving,” says a bit I retrieved from the information page on the Mural Arts Program’s web site. Explore more of the Mural Arts here: http://explorer.muralarts.orgPhiladelphia is a city with a past, but also a city with a future. The arts, as they thrive in our metropolis, are certainly a driving factor in this future that we possess. In my next update, I will hopefully have contacted and spoken to some of the directors of the Mural Arts Program. Please stay tuned for my next update on my project.
Click the following link for my bibliography: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zXlBiAmZbQH3QcZ2pojtVOGTRJVQ6jRvvmSex98ek4M/edit
Read on to learn more about the trial and what Miss Atkinson says about the current state of Maycomb- and how the people of the community can change it.
Catering to her liberal readers, Maudie shares a perspective that some may enjoy- but one that some may despise. See where your opinion falls.
First, we’ll begin with how to say: “What’s the weather like?”
Read and repeat: ¿Que tiempo hace? (Kay tee-em-poh ah-ceh)
What about: “What’s the weather like today?”
Read and repeat: ¿Que tiempo hace hoy? (Kay tee-em-poh ah-ceh oy)
Next, we'll go over a few simple phrases that will help you say how you think the weather feels.
These flashcards have fourteen simple weather words and phrases for you. Read them over and over to really get a grasp of them.
First, let's talk about los meses, or the months. In Spanish speaking countries, many of the months sound the same as they do in english, actually. A major difference is that, when writing the months out, they are not capitalized as they are in english.
Let’s go over a few Spanish pronunciation rules:
- v’s sound like b’s
- e’s sound like a’s
- a’s sound like “ah”
- j’s soundlike h’s
- i’s sound like e’s
- d’s sound like “th”
See the quizlet flashcards below to practice these letter pronunciations!
Note: Whenever there’s an ‘r’ in any of the months (in spanish, only), slightly roll it. Not a whole lot, but just a little- a little latino pizazz. Check the youtube video at the end of the lesson if you can’t roll your r’s.
- The syllables that are in all caps are the ones that have emphasis on them, notice that!
- enero = January - pronounced: en-EH-roh
- febrero = February - pronounced: feb-REH-oh
- marzo = March - pronounced: MART-soh
- abril = April - pronounced: ah-BRILL
- mayo = May - pronounced: MY-oh (not like the stuff you might put on a sandwich! MY not MAY)
- junio = June - pronounced: WHO-nee-oh
- julio = July - pronounced: WHO-lee-oh
- agosto = August - pronounced: ah-GHOST-oh (¡Cuidado! Careful! Don’t say ah-gust-oh, say ah-ghost-oh)
- septiembre = September - pronounced: sept-tee-EM-bray
- octubre = October - pronounced: ock-TOO-bray
- noviembre = November - pronounced: no-bee-EM-bray
- diciembre = December - pronounced: dee-cee-EM-bray
DRILL YOURSELF! Cover the English translation with your hand and practice the spanish one. Say what month it is in english and check to see if you got it. Do it until you can get all 12 twice.
Next, let’s go through the numbers. For the purpose of this lesson, I’ll only go through days 1-31 and how to say them in spanish.
- primero (pree-MEH-roh)
- segundo (seh-GOON-tho)
- tercero (tear-SARE-oh)
- cuatro (KWAH-troh)
- cinco (SEEN-koh)
- seis (sehs)
- siete (see-EH-teh)
- ocho (OH-cho)
- nueve (nu-EH-beh)
- diez (THEE-ess)
- once (OHN-ceh)
- doce (THO-ceh)
- trece (TREH-ceh)
- catorce (kah-TOR-ceh)
- quince (KEEN-ceh)
- dieciseis (thee-ess-ee-SEHS)
- diecisiete (thee-ess-ee-see-EH-teh)
- dieciocho (thee-ess-ee-OH-cho)
- diecinueve (thee-ess-ee-nu-EH-beh)
- veinte (BAIN-teh)
- veintiuno (BAIN-tee-u-noh)
Hey! Did you notice how in 21, there are essentially two numbers there? You can see both veinte and uno, right? Well, the spanish word for ‘and’ is simply ‘y’. To make things simpler, the good ol language makers decided to put all three words together, turning the ‘y’ into an ‘i’ for convenience. Think of it this way: veinte+y+uno= veintiuno. Apply this to numbers 21-29. What would 22 be? How about 24? 27?
30. treinta (TRAIN-tah)
31. treintaiuno (TRAIN-tay-u-noh)
Alrighty! Now, you’ve got the months and the days. You’re ready right??
Wrong. You need the basic question! How do we actually say “When is your birthday?”
Simple! You know that ¡Feliz Cumpleaños! means “Happy Birthday”, right?
Cumpleaños = birthday. Check.
When = Cuando. Check.
Is = Es. Check.
Tu = You/Your. Check
Let’s put it together: Cuando (when) es (is) tu (your) cumpleaños (birthday)
¿Cuando es tu cumpleaños?
Now, you know how to ask your friends their birthday in Spanish!
But, how do you answer this question when asked?
Also very simple!
You know your months, you know your days. The Spanish word for ‘of’ is ‘de’- add the three together!
seis de noviembre.
You’re all set!
My entire home network is connected to the cloud, or the internet. This comes into my 'luxury condo' (even though I just live in a nice little town house) through my phone jack. This connects to my modem, given to us by Comcast, which administers the cable to my tv and the internet to my home. The modem is then connected to our wireless router (Though it's still called 'NETGEAR', it is very secure and password protected). Connected to the modem and the router is an ethernet cable, which administers ethernet to our xbox and our ps3. All of our phones and laptops are then connected to the wi-fi that the router administers. Our printer is connected to our latpops through wi-fi.
All this is complicated for me. I understand that it is and can be pretty straightforward with a little more understanding and practice, but at this moment, it is confusing to me. It's all so cool, and I find it extremely interesting. I'd love to get into it more in the future, but it's a little much at the moment. I did put my router up higher in my house so that the internet falls down into the basement where I spend most of my time and I don't have to reset it as much.
For anyone who has a wireless network or is considering it- secure your network! As complex as it is, for people that know how to do it well, breaking into it and screwing around with it is fairly easy. Always be prepared for the 21st century!