Friday, May 28, 2010
Many Lives in Many Worlds
Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives
Sliding Doors
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Episode 1 Mr. Debt Erid Moris' First Person
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Growing Up Online
Kids & Money
Friday, March 26, 2010
Ritual
Many Hispanic girls have a tradition to have a big elegant party when they turn fifteen years old called a quinceanos. Having a quniceanos is not just throwing a big party where all your family and friends come, its an emotion and spiritual process which takes the girls from childhood to adulthood. I had my quniceanos during my summer of 10th grade. During my preparation I had went through many emotions and changes.
I started getting ready for my quinceanos about nine months before the party. I had to choose who I wanted to be my godparents, my chambelans, and where I wanted to have it. During the whole nine months chaos happened. Problems over everything occurred. About a month my quinceanos occurred I had to plan my baile de honors, which is where I dance with my father (in this case my brother) and my mother as while as with all my chambelans. I worked hard with all of my chambelans until the day of my quniceanos.
My quniceanos came on June 30; I was a hot dry day. I was tired from all the hard work I put into the party. I had to go to church, to the park to take my photos and finally to the party where I would do my baile de honors and have fun with my family. Everything went smooth and I enjoyed every part of it.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Girls on the Verge
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Versus Essay
How can someone tell if you are a “beaner” or a Mexican from just looking at you? I have gotten many “So what part of Mexico are you?” or “Do you go to visit your family in Mexico?”. To start off I’m not Mexican, yes I am Hispanic but my family is not from Mexico. I sometimes wonder if people know there are different places other than Mexico.
Coming from an immigrant parent I was taught as a small child to always represent my culture and stand up for my culture. Hispanic culture varies from American culture. Hispanics are taught to always respect family and stay with family. On the other hand American culture promotes for their teens to leave at age 18 and become independent. As strong Hispanic women, I have the most pressure though. From the start, since I am a woman, I was taught that my place was in the kitchen. As a Hispanic woman my place is and always been in the house serving the men in the house.
I am determined to change this though. I am an American Hispanic woman who is strong and free willed. I have the right to change the way both Hispanic and American women live their lives.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
American Born Chinese
In this story Jin, is like many other boys at his age. He has hid first crush and is scared to find out if the girl likes her. After his girlfriend tells him to take a chance and shows him if he can go after the girl he likes so can he. Jin takes the chance and funally has the chance to go out with his crush.
Persopolis: The Story of a Childhood
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Norms: Individual vs Society
Fences
“So you can jump fences right?” What is someone suppose to answer to that? Being from Hispanic origins it is expected of me to automatically now how to jump fences and jump them faster than anyone else. Being from Hispanic origins and a teen in the 21-century is much harder. Teen life isn’t as easy as most people think it is. Teens have to worry about fitting in society because its either your in with the in crowd living the good life or your by yourself wishing you had such a good life.
Starting high school was the easiest thing I could have ever done. I was with my old friends, going to school, and playing pranks on one another. It was if we were all in a club no one was allowed to enter. We all grow up together and come from the same heritage, Hispanic, and proud of it. No one picked on you because you were Guatemalan, Salvadoran, or Mexican. That all changed though when I changed when I moved school.
Now instead of being judged by who I am, I’m judged by the color of my skin and where my parents came from. Since when do teens care where your heritage comes from? Why should I even matter? I don’t mind being asked where my parents are from but for me to be judged on that hurts. I plan on moving past that though. I plan on getting over the stereotype of me being able to jump fences (even though I can, but doesn’t ever one else?) and prove beauty comes from within in not from the outside.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Red: The Next Generation of American Writers- Teenage Girls- On What Fires Up Their Lives Today By: Olive Panter
Entering New Territory
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Our Boys Speak: Adolescent Boys Write About Their Inner Lives
Some boys seem to have the ability to fall into peer pressure more than other boys In this story, Abe is a boy who knows what his moral are and doesn't let anyone change his beliefs. Chris, the writer of the letter, admires Abe for his ability to stick to his belief no matter if society does not accept him.
Our Boys Speak: Adolescent Boys Write About Their Inner Lives
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Red: The Next Generation of American Writers- Teenage Girls- On What Fires Up Their Lives Today By: Olive Panter
Red: The Next Generation of American Writers- Teenage Girls- On What Fires Up Their Lives Today By: Olive Panter
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Cassette From My Ex: Stories and Soundtracks of Lost by: Katie Krentz
Thursday, February 18, 2010
It Might Get Loud
High School Confidential: Beth, Cate, & Lauren
My So Called Life
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Road Warrior from The OC.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Personal Narrative Poem: My Life Our Roads
October 2006
What my mother gave me,
The life I was given
Is the only life I get.
Back in the days
I use to think I knew everything,
But I was just a little girl
I was found cruisin in my car
Living life dancing with the devil.
I wouldn’t care where I was heading
And whom I was heading with
Until I found un amor that
Changed my life forever.
I saw the world in new eyes
My life was now my heaven
I didn’t want to pack up my bags and
Leave this world behind anymore.
My ojos saw heaven when I saw my amor.
That all went away when he wanted to break up.
Those days I lived like Lil Wayne
Lonely when . . . . . I feel like dying.
I was torn between heaven and hell,
What do I believe heaven or hell?
I don’t believe in heaven cus’ I’m
Living in hell.
A dios le pido,
To help me through the pain and hardship.
I stopped being myself until one day
Some one told me
I see your true colors shining through
So don’t be afraid to let them show.
After that day I knew I could smile through all the pain
And I made it to a new day.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Perfect From Now On: How Indie Rock Saved My Life By: John Sellers
Red: The Next Generation of American Writers- Teenage Girls- On What Fires Up Their Lives Today By: Olive Panter
Personal Narritive
October 2007
The first day of school was finally here. Not only was it the first day of school but also it was the first day of high school. It was a new fresh start. A new day and year to prove to everyone that I’m a different girl.
The first thing I did was go and find all my old friends from middle school. It was like walking into a foreign country. Everything was new, different, wired. Even the air I breathed has a different taste to it. Once I found my friends, nothing seemed to have changed. They ran to me and I ran to them. We hugged as if we haven’t each other for years and not months. But little did I know that feeling and those people I knew and love would soon change.
As the months went on I started becoming someone new. I started seeing the world in different eyes. No longer did I see the world in eyes of a little innocent girl, I started see the world as it truly is. The world was something beauty which was wrapped around pain and hate.
My friends and I started drifting apart. They saw the world as something that we lived in while I saw the world as something else. One day I started thinking about a song Nas made “ If Heaven was a mile away would I pack up my bag and leave this world behind?”. Would I walk to heaven if I could? To get away from the pain of not having the people I loved?
I don’t think I would. Everything that happens in life happens for a reason and I have no regret in my life. Like Tupac said in one of his songs “ There’s gonna be some stuff that your gonna’ se that’s gonna’ make it hard to smile in the future but whatever pain you gotta be able to smile. . . . “