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Dis Capstone Ish =P

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Capstone - Dunda on Friday, May 31, 2013 at 1:10 pm
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For my capstone project, I decided to create individual makeup styles/looks that were inspired by different things in the everyday world that stood out to me. These inspirations range from the beautiful colors in the skyline, different types of fashion trends and stereotypes, movies and even just things that happened to catch my eye as i walked down the street. As an aspiring makeup artist, I love mixing it up and creating new funky looks, why not use the array of things we see around us everyday for that inspiration? 

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Sammy's Philly Love Letter

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Storytelling - Rami on Friday, February 15, 2013 at 8:54 am
Samantha Zeisloft 

Favorite Spot: The Crik

Neighborhood: Roxborough 

I am: a Philly explorer  

Adress: hermitage 

Roses are red violets are blue, theres no other city, that i love more than you. I've spent the last 18 years in you dear philly, and you have made me nothing less than happy. Your beautiful sunny skies and hectic city life never fail to bring a smile to my face. When I think of my home, I think not of a house or a bed i think of you, and all of your beautiful varying sceneries. From your crazy inner city, to your beautiful, peaceful woods, its nearly impossible to dislike something as amazing as you. <3
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Final project- sammy zeisloft

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Wednesday, January 23, 2013 at 9:33 pm
click here for my project

click here  for my google doc 
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here

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Tuesday, January 22, 2013 at 12:10 pm
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sammy zeisloft BM 2

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft on Friday, January 11, 2013 at 8:20 am
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PpFTnG9Nt6lT3oknnIUoz7Z8SROxDL6Rpy1neMwoxeI/edit
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Legalize Gay Marriage

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Friday, November 16, 2012 at 10:00 am
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political cartoon

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Wednesday, September 19, 2012 at 11:10 pm
https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/1AZKmxE5wdP9Zo2HOgifyFiTM9hxV8m2tPXmuiq8yRFg/edit
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SUMMARY OF PATRIOT ACT UNIT

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Wednesday, September 19, 2012 at 9:48 am

In the first article "theres still a need, Mr Posner writes that certain aspects of the patriot act are long over due however,  I felt as though his paper wasn't that opinionated because although he talked about how the act was making up for lost time and certain aspects of it were needed to increase national security and how the decisions made about the act were justified, he barely goes into detail about the act. To a reader who didn't know what the act was, his article would be a dull, under opinionated read. In my opinion he should've went into more detail about the new measures of security that the act entailed and about the difference between the government seeping too far into peoples personal rights and being justified enough by the strengthening need for more intense national security. In my opinion, i think that we do need the patriot act but not to the extent that they show in the movie enemy of state. I think that if people are under suspicion and the government has reasonable belief to think they are  a threat to national security, they should be put under some surveillance but at the same time, i wouldn't want the government taping into my phone conversations if they misinterpreted something that i said or did. 

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Blog Post 1: Enemy of the State

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American Government - Herman on Wednesday, September 12, 2012 at 10:11 am
In the movie enemy of state the government plays a cynical and overly involved role in the citizens lives. They not only have access to peoples phone conversations but also have cameras and agents everywhere and ready to capture or eliminate anything they don't like. The citizens have no privacy because their phones are being tapped when they don't know it and if the government wanted to keep an eye on them, they could easily have agents watching the individuals every move and accessing their information while they might not even know it. In my opinion the government shouldn't have that much access into its citizens personal lives but at the same time, i can see why they would want to keep tabs on certain people and listen into peoples conversations sometimes as a national security precaution but at the same time, its really not their place i guess. If the government was run they way it is in the movie, i really wouldn't want to live in the united states because the movie makes it seem like no matter what you do, you aren't really free and the government will be watching your every move and could easily get rid of you and make it look like an accident. I think that if a person has a criminal record that is really bad or threatening or could pose as a threat to national security, some sort of tabs should be kept on them i guess but I don't know, some of the stuff in the movie seems like it would go against peoples rights and what not. 
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10% project- Albert Einstein

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Physics - Echols on Thursday, June 7, 2012 at 2:22 pm


http://sites.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/albert-einstein-for-the-win/
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Process Paper: Homelessness

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in English 3 - Pahomov on Friday, March 30, 2012 at 9:10 am

In the beginning of our project, we originally planned on doing a website. We made a weebly but something happened and they wanted us to pay; there were just some complications. In the end we decided to make a video and publish that and hand out brochures and post flyers in different places that had little strips that people could tear off with the link to the video. On the site that the video is on, we can see how many people have viewed our video which can we can use to track our success.

We originally planned on going out and taking pictures on our own but we ran into some moral issues with that so we managed to get a few of our own pictures but then found some of the other ones on the internet. This didn’t really serve as a problem; it just sort of set us back at first because we couldn’t think of a way to get the pictures without taking them. Then it came to us; Google! One issue that we did run into in the end was our brochures and flyers, they were nice and everything but they didn’t really portray our project the way we had planned them to, so I had to stay up and fix those and print them out. We originally planned on doing a simple flyer with a quote then a link to our video. The flyers that Loren made though had a lot of words and pictures and just didn’t really catch people’s attention in a quick way, which is what we were aiming for.

In the end however, we pulled it all together and managed to get everything done and the way that we had envisioned it. Siani researched all the information we asked her to find, Loren made the original flyers and brochures, Isabella made the video and I made the keynote presentation and worked with Isabella to fix the flyers and brochures. I really like how our project turned out and I think it’s a good result of our hard work.

            

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Propaganda: Abe, Sammy & Dylan

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American History - Herman on Friday, December 16, 2011 at 8:46 am
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American perspectives

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in American History - Herman on Monday, September 19, 2011 at 6:16 pm
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Humanities Portfolio2011

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in English 2 - Block on Monday, June 13, 2011 at 8:31 am
Sammy. Zeisloft

Education is a funny thing; everyone interprets things differently, so no one set of guidelines can guarantee a class room of students the same values that they may or may not take from that class nor can it ensure that their I.Q levels will all be the same. What it can do though, is provide an opportunity for each individual to take that lesson and learn at least something from it when they step out the door of the classroom.

This year, I learned a lot of new things, not only about religion or monologues or descriptive writing skills, but I learned a lot about myself and the people around me. From the moment I stepped in the doors of SLA freshman year, I had a “leave me alone unless you’re like me” kind of personality going. Granted, I’d be nice to everyone, but I generally only stuck to the people who I could relate to, mostly by music. I always tried to be open-minded but at the same time, I always kept my distance. This year, I had a really diverse stream, which allowed me to be immersed in a lot of different kinds of people.

 At first it was a little scary and disappointing, because I could no longer cling to the familiarity of my freshman year crew. But I got something so much better, something so much more from it. I learned to appreciate people, more so than I ever had. I learned to appreciate them for how we could humanly relate, having the same problems or the same sense of humor or the love for making others smile. I became really good friends with a girl that I probably would’ve stared down last year. And I accepted her, and I love her, and I appreciate her, for everything that she is, does and learns.

With the lesson of diversity strong in mind this year, I think that the most powerful project we did was the one on religion. I liked being able to compare religions and learn about the different beliefs of each one. I started the unit really ignorant to the different kinds of worship and faith that went into every religion, but when the project was over, I had a new sense of appreciation for each one.  When we started the unit I had originally thought of religion in a one tone way. “Religion. There are many different meanings of the word, many different origins and beliefs that go into it. But when stripped down to it’s bare meaning, religion is more like a preference to guide lines of redemptions. But after looking and studying each one, I learned that there’s a lot more that goes into each belief than just some crap that they read from a book.

Another thing that was really interesting, diverse and educational were the trials. I liked how everyone really got into their roles to defend their group even if they didn’t believe they were guilty in the end. I think that the trials were one of the most important projects as well because they teach you lot of different things. For example, you learn a lot of researching techniques, social lessons and historical facts as well. I think in the end you also learned how people’s opinions have changed over time and how we can ponder and reflect and learn from previous mistakes made in the past so we can learn to avoid them in the future, and that’s what history does, it teaches you, not only about the past, but how you can learn to better your future.

 

Past work over the year

Religion wiki site


 

The collaborative Google doc used in the sweatshop trials

 

Monologues Doc


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Sammy Zeisloft Q4 BM reflection

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Spanish 2 - Gierke on Friday, June 10, 2011 at 1:51 pm
1. What is your project?
- i made a scrap book. i added pictures and stickers and a lot of pretty things. 
 

2. What do you like about it?

- i like how colorful it is, i really put a lot of effort into this to make it look and sound really good


3. What would you do differently?

- if i were to change my project, id get more recent pictures, my mom didnt really have an developed...

 

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Hope is Fading

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in World History - Block on Monday, April 11, 2011 at 12:10 pm
Hope is fading 
This monologue selection was created based off the idea of a young girl being taken into sexual slavery. It tells the story from a one sided point of view which creates a void inwhich you can fill in with your own imagination. The monologues tell a story of a girl named achara who was taken from her home in a local orphanage and forced into the sex industry. She learns and grows there to use what shes got as a weapon and a gift. 


Characters
- Achara- 
(main character): 
(forced to be a child prostitute in a way) a sweet and naive girl, learning more and more about the worlds truly dark colors, with her slim body in early bloom, she’s blossoming beautifully. She’s got dark black hair and beautiful brown eyes like milk chocolate that can make you melt instantly upon her gaze, she is tall and thin with a light caramel brown complexion. she looks upon the world with hope...but soon realizes that beyond smiles and laughter and the orphanage doors, the world is a completely different place, and she must to adjust if she wants to survive and make her way in it.
- Siras- 
(brother of the main character) 
Siras is a handsome,caring and protective boy. At the age of 13, his main goal is to take care of his sister in the orphanage and to try to get them into a new home. him and his sister Achara have been waiting for someone to adopt them for 10 years and he seems to be getting hopeless, but as his fathers always taught him, he must take care of his sister and try to keep her happy; “Thats what family’s do” he’d always say.


Act one Scene One
(Achara enters stage with curtains closed, spot light on her as she begins the monologues as an introduction to her life story)
Achara
My name? Achara knulmba. Date of birth? Who remembers anymore? My story...where should i begin?...do you want to hear the real thing? or a sugar coated version...then again i don’t think there’s many ways to make my life seem happy. I’m a 15 year old woman, but i wasn’t when this all started. The year was 1940, two years ago today. I was taken from the orphanage that had sheltered me for the previous 11 years of my life “บ้านของเรายังหนุ่ม” is what the sign outside the large black brass gate read “บ้านของเรายังหนุ่ม” meaning the house of our youth. And it was, a house of laughter and learning and family, the orphanage owner, Mrs. haiaknuman treated us like her own children. We didn’t have a whole lot but for our small little home, we sure made it feel that way. My brother Siras and I had moved there when we were 2 years old, after the death of our parents. We didn’t quite understand at the time what was going on or where mommy and daddy went, but the way we saw it was that they walked out on us...and maybe it was better that way. We had grown accustomed to the ways of the orphanage, the morning schedule, sharing rooms with other children...we became apart of a family for once, since our was taken from us before we really got a chance to get attached to the idea. It was the night of January 1st, new years eve. We didn’t really stay up that night but then again we couldn’t fall asleep either. A creepy stillness lay over the orphanage like a curtain of black velvet and the only noise was of the vacant people still wondering the streets. 3:00 AM is when i heard the abrupt noise emerge from the down stairs living room. The events after that seemed to quick and too horrific to follow. Large men broke through the doors to the bedroom where i and 4 other children lay resting, ripping the young girls from their beds the men quickly got what they came for and stormed out of the house shoving each, tired, confused, terrified girl into their large vehicle....i was one of them.

Act one Scene Two
(This scene takes place in the car after Achara and the other orphan girls as well are taken from their home)
Achara
Who are you? Where are we going?! Are you adopting us? is this how it works? but where is my brother? i don’t want to leave without him! wheres Mrs. haiaknuman, i didn’t get to say good by turn around! (Achara gets hit by a large man in black and shrieks as tears begin streaming down her cheek) Why can’t i ask questions? how am i supposed to get to know you?...if you aren’t trying to adopt me then where are we going? I WANT TO KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING! (she gets slapped again leaving her cheek red and stinging, she screams in pain and begins to cry harder, she turns to jansia, a girl from the orphanage who had also been thrown into the large vehicle) where do you think they’re taking us Jansia? (she whispers) i don’t know either...i thought they wanted to adopt us, but maybe we’re being moved to a different orphanage...although i think Mrs. haiaknuman would have told us, or had us pack our bags. i know, i want to go back too, these men won’t take care of us...we have to find a way out. i don’t know how yet but i don’t feel safe and I’m scared jansia, what if they try to kill us? i don’t know if they definitely will but they might if we don’t cooperate, you seen how they hit me...i want to go home.


Act one Scene Three
(Achara is dropped off at a house by the men who took her from her previous home, they wait outside until their customer is finished before taking Achara again. This is what happened inside)
Achara
Where am I? Where in Korat? What am i doing here? My clothes? But it’s cold in here. I don’t want to. yes. what are you going to do about it? you can’t touch me like that! I’m only 13! (Achara begins to panic and cry, she doesn’t understand what is happening) NO! NO! PLEASE! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone just let me go! I’ll find my own way home you don’t even have to drive me! Stop it! you’re ripping my clothes! PLEASE! (Achara screams and begins to sob while begging for the man to stop) Stop it you’re hurting me! please! (she whimpers and shakes while the man rapes her) get away from me! i want to leave! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! THIS MAN IS HURTING ME (words are broken off into sobs as she screams for help, the man tries to silence her by yelling back and covering her mouth, she bites him) No! i can’t! i wont! because you are hurting me! and touching me! GET OFF! HELP! somebody please help me! (she sobs and gives up hope when she realizes that no one can hear her, she lays lifeless crying, weeping until the man is finished) i...i can leave? are you going to take me home? the men will? what men? the ones who...dropped me off...but i do not know them! please don’t let them take me! don’t you have a car? can’t you take me home? NO! with them is not my home! where is your door I’m leaving! NO! get off of me! (as she tries to leave the man grabs her by the wrist and prevents her from escaping) I just want to go home.please...

Act one Scene Four
Achara
(while looking in a cheap narrow floor length mirror, Achara reflects on how she’s changed, looking more so on her abstract characteristics than her concrete ones)
Hmm...i guess my hair’s a little longer... I’ve grown a little taller, the lines under my eyes have gotten a little darker, but nothing too noticeable; but...i can’t help but feeling that my changes go farther than skin deep. i know that outside i may still look the same, but when you look at my smile...its completely different. ( she reached over and turn the light switch off) This is the me that people would recognize the most around here (she takes her top off slowly examining in the floor length mirror, some bruises and scars going up her arms; a tear slides down her cheek) This is the girl i guess I’ve grown to be (she pulls her pants down while still standing in the dark room in front of her mirror) I never wanted it to be like this...but i was always taught to do as i was told...it goes without saying that i was not taught to be a piece of flesh, a bag of tools that all the clients use as they please...(the tears start streaming down her face and rolling down her mostly naked body) i always imagined my first time being something sacred and special...the fact that i can sit in front of this mirror naked and not look away amazes me...although i do not like what i see. this animal of a girl, this woman who changes at the flick of the light switch (she turned the light switch back on and tried to smile) It’s just not the same...i cannot smile when i feel no once of happiness anywhere within these sore beaten bones. At the flick of a light switch (she turns the lights off again) i go from insecure vulnerable child who longs for home again, to be held in the warm caring arms of a mother or father which i never knew...to the animal that moans and sucks and screws whatever holds the highest bid...and the worst part is...i have no control over myself...i am a slave to the greed of a selfish man who holds my fate...(with tears streaming down her face like a war just begun, each tear fell like empty bullet shells to the floor, she looked into the mirror with rage and punched it with her fist, and punched again and again and again until tiny pieces of her reflection lay shattered on the floor as well. she looked down into the remnants of the once long mirror and picked up a piece of sharp, thick glass which held the reflection of her face, she took it and pressed it lightly against her wrist, then shes pressed harder and harder) i don’t want to be here anymore (she begins sobbing) i can’t take this. i can’t do it anymore. i hate myself. i hate what has become of me. i want to go home(the more she repeated the words the quieter her voice became) i want to go home. i want to be with mom and dad again (she pressed her back against the door next to her and slowly slides down it until she is on the floor with her knees in her chest and blood dripping from her wrist onto the carpet) it’s time to go home...

Act one Scene Five 
Achara
( Achara is awakened by a guard in the home abruptly in the middle of the night, she looks at the mess on the floor that she had created by smashing the mirror in her faint attempt to take her own life. The men are knocking on door that had been blocked by her body, they are mad that she is unresponsive for several minutes, meanwhile she is panicking and scared for her life because of the mess shes made)
what? I’ll be right out! I’m trying to get dressed! no! i don’t need help! i will be out as soon as i’m done! Appointment? no i wasn’t aware that i had one tonight? i...i can’t go! no honest! i really can’t! i umm... i don’t feel good! i think i might have caught something!...no not like a fever...something..down there. ya know, an STD, of course i’m serious, how do i know what those are? because some of the older girls have talked about them. No, i can’t go, your clients won’t pay for a diseased girl. you might not tell them but i will, i said i don’t feel good, let me rest. We have to handle i head on. a doctor. no i wont say anything i promise, i just need to go to a doctor! what if its something serious. no...i don’t care if the doctors a friend of yours, i need to get help! 

Act one Scene Six
(Achara is in the small room that the men keep her in when she is not catering to the clients. Two of the men are out trying to sell the other girls while achara is stuck there for the day because they want her to get some rest before her later appointments so she can preform better. She is there with one of the men to make sure she doesn’t try to escape or try any funny business. The mans name is Jaidee)
Achara
Jaidee, take me for a walk won’t you? why not? no i won’t try any funny business! i just need some fresh air I’ve been in and out of house all the time and i need some air. i know the boss wouldn’t like it but come on for me? (she took her hand and caressed his arm) it look like such a beautiful day for a walk! i know that you’d get in trouble but who said that the big guy has to know about it? (she pushes him against the wall and looks at him with her beautiful brown eyes then whispers in his ear) i know you wanna take me, and you know i can’t go alone so what do you say? ( looking nervous Jaidee gets the keys and waves them in front of her face.) you want me to do this for you? what do i get in return? (she ran her finger from his chest to his pants buckle then pressed herself against him she pulled his arm around her waist and began to kiss him; as he put the keys in his front pocket, she ran her hand from his chest to his belt buckle again and he pulled back to undo it, she stopped him) i can do it, I’m a big girl ( he closed his eyes as to enjoy the moment and she slyly slipped they keys from his pocket and punched him in the groins, he belted over and fell to the ground as she ran towards the door for a quick escape, he screamed  as she ran but she didn’t make it far, as soon as she got to the door, the knob turned and goddrick *guard* came in)
I don’t know what happened he fell, i slammed the door and he walked into it i guess, got him in the area...i don’t know I’m assuming. don’t touch me! 

Act one scene Seven
(Archara sits in a small room waiting for the Man who Goddrick called “shuintneaba”, this is the “doctor” friend who they offered to take her to after she said that she was sick and unable to “preform”)
Achara
Before we begin i want some privacy. Just me and the doctor. it’s a nasty site that i don’t think you’ll want to see Goddrick. (Goddrick leaves the room with hesitation and says he’ll be right outside the door) I don’t need a full examination. I just need your help. I know you are a friend of Goddricks and i also know that you are a man, i will do you favors, if you help me escape. And if you don’t? i will tell Goddrick that you tried to have sex with me. now listen, do you have a backdoor? nothing? a window, a secret room, stairs? (she grabs his tie and pulls him close to her face and kisses him) help me. (he grabs her hand and leads her to a room behind a wall, filled with gurneys, a dark dark room, shes scared at first because she doesn’t know whats going to happen, all she knows is that she can’t go back.) is this safe? where does it lead to? Ovlainche street? okay. something for you? what is it? (scene draws to a blank and the curtain comes up when she is on the street)


Act one scene eight
i looked around, i remembered vaguely seeing these streets on my way to different places, but it was different now. i was free in a way yet held down by my past. i knew i wasn’t totally in the clear, but i was more liberated than before. i walked the lonely streets sectioned off into alleys and dark corners you would hear about in scary stories. i didn’t know what to do now that i was free. i had always been told what to do...now, i had to think on my own...so what to do?...doctors, tests...or maybe, I’d find my way back to my old orphanage..
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Sammy. Zeisloft- Rutina-Diaria

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Spanish 2 - Gierke on Monday, February 28, 2011 at 1:18 pm
​1.) What did you learn from doing this project?

- this project made me kind of closer observe my daily routine and made me realize how people in different countries and of different languages would say it


2.) How do you feel about your final product?

- i like my final product, i think it went well, took a hill but overall i think it came together well 


3.) If you could do your project all over again, what would you do differently/the same?

- if i did this project again i think that i would give more time and do my weekend schedule, because i think that it would be more entertaining and fun to watch and to see everyone elses!


4.) Did you enjoy this project? Why or why not?

- i think that the project was okay 



http://dl.dropbox.com/u/2270875/szeisloft-spanish%20project.flv
szeisloft-spanish project
Tags: Spanish-2, Spanish, Video, Rutina-Diaria, D-Band, Gierke. szeisloft
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sammy's language autobiography

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in English 2 - Block on Monday, December 20, 2010 at 11:37 am

Sammy. Zeisloft

12. 13. 10

Iron stream

            Everyone has a different way of speaking. Whether it’s the way that they pronounce words, a certain rhythm in which they speak, or the amount of slang terms they put into one sentence. Each person creates in their mind their own individual sort of linguistics; and from one persons mind, to the ears of another, through a call to your friend, or an email to a pen pal across the world; language spreads like wild fire from one friend to another or from one man, unto an entire nation. Although it goes without saying that even in a world of such high population and different ethnic groups, language is probably the most diverse thing that can both define a person and set them apart from a group of people. Language can also bring people together…or people can come together and create their own language.

            My friends and I have developed our own language over the years, a code per say, which any outsider attempting to listen into our conversation would be baffled by. We speak in foreign tongues I suppose but nothing like a dialect you would learn about in an English class or read about in a textbook. We speak in codes of serious tones, which throw off the passer bys as our lungs boil up with a comical explosion, which soon erupts through our lips as outbursts of laughter. We speak of funny or outrageous things in more quiet, serious, monotone voices, which then spark the reaction of laughter to those around us. I guess you could say that by our lack of expression or any obvious intentions to appear as comical stand bys, we’ve already planned out the reaction of our crowd, the ones that stand around us. It may seem like we aren’t trying to be funny, but we know that we can count on your laughter as the fuel for our next sentence that we spit from top of our minds, off the top of our heads.

            Amanda sat slouching in an upward position against the table in the café. She had an expression on her face that screamed more negative drama. I quickly signed in with my school I.D and went to see what was wrong. She saw me approaching and got a slight shift in her facial expression, but she was a terrible actress, because I saw right through her sad attempt to paste a smile on top of her tear stained face. I put my schoolbag down on the floor and immediately gave her a hug. “What’s wrong baybay?” I asked in a light tone. “Nothing” she said in a groan. She pulled away from the hug, I cupped her face in my hands “You a terrible liar dumby, I’ll ask again, what’s wrong?” Dumby was a name we would call each other, which later defined itself as a term of friendship or endearment. “Nothing stupid, you so dumb I was only lookin sad to get a hug from your pretty face”. I stared at her for a minute, and she stared right back with those big brown puppy dog eyes. She was beginning to lighten up and then we both burst into laughter.

There was something about our secret little language that always made one another feel better some how, like we felt understood or maybe it was just the fact that we had each other to laugh with when times like these got us down, but either way, our little system we had, was fail proof. “ I love you dumb dumb” I said to her and I wrapped my arms around her like a blanket of comfort, because although I had gotten a smile from her, I knew her problems weren’t solved. “ I love you too baby” she said in her normal calm tone. We sat there in our warm embrace as she told me of the things she was going though, like stupid arguments with her boyfriend and other teen queen dramatics that everyone had gone through, was going through or would eventually have to face in the mere future. When the bell finally rang and the school officer yelled that it was time for first period, we picked up our bags and went to our first classes. Our conversation hadn't been over yet but I guess you could say that we momentarily paused it due to the inconvenience of our separate classes. We went our different ways but our special little language seemed to keep us close no matter the distance.

People everyday stray from what we may call “proper English” whether they mean to or not. For some reason we feel that saying things in our own individual tongues will make our voices more different or heard; and it does, to certain people on the outside looking in. But to those who speak your tongues, it seems like nothing out of the ordinary, or possibly, it makes you feel all the more extraordinary knowing that you and a group of people share something that others may not know or understand. Language is not defined by the accent you have or the way you roll your tongue on certain letters, its something deeper and more complex, its about being able to speak differently to the people around you, and have them completely understand what you mean. 

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Basic Knowledge of the Spanish Language

Posted by Samantha Zeisloft in Spanish 2 - Gierke on Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at 8:14 am

Title: Basic Knowledge of the Spanish Language



The purpose of this project is to teach those who are new to Spanish, some basic questions and how to conjugate verbs. To properly complete the original goals of our project, we first created our script to get an idea of the exact things that we were going to say. Then we revised and corrected all of our grammatical errors and perfect the script. From there we rehearsed and preformed the lines from our script. In our final product, we realized that we were most proud of our dedication and good use of class time, also the way that we stayed on task and completed all of our goals that we had set for ourselves. 



Questions for Noah: 

How has your Spanish progressed since you moved there?

Were our videos of any help to you? 

What do you most understand or what was the easiest thing you have learned thus far?



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