Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Coming of Age Poster (Draft)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Coming of Age (Draft)
“Toothbrush? Check!” now I’ve got to find my outfits I’m going to wear, this was hard. I packed as if I was staying there for a lifetime. “What else do I need?” I wanted to be sure I had everything I needed; a perfect weekend was all I looked forward to. All I thought about was looking good and hanging around my friends, getting closer to them, that’s it. I’ve never expected to feel so emotionally touched. That weekend I got closer to the people I’ve known for 9 years but never did talk or really understood them.
Sitting on the pavement nothing else to do but wait around for the bus to pick us up. Finally, “Where’s Tabitha?” I wanted to sit next to her on our ride there. It was chilly in the bus ride there looking out window all I would see was tall green trees that hovered over us. I could barely see the sky but the gloomy skies peeking through the trees scared me a little. The bus could no longer go down the steep pathway so we ended the ride here. I took my steps down the bus, my skin felt bumpy and I was cold. My class and I started the walk towards the buildings. We were walking on a wide pavement that was surrounded with trees. Although I was accompanied with more than forty students, chaperones, and teachers I felt unsafe. The walk was long and I packed heavy, you could only imagine how sore my shoulder was.
But after all the walking we were brought to this building that held three levels full of rooms. We all met in the living room where couches were set. I sat on the crowded floor listening to directions given to us by the leaders of this retreat. “Girls will stay on the first floor, boys on the second.” We were all assigned individual rooms. As I searched for mine I noticed that I was given a room next to Ms. Narvarte’s, my math teacher. I walked in and my sheets were black. I was given a sink, a closet that wouldn’t close, and mirror that stared right at me. Yeah, I knew for sure I didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to go home. Thank goodness I wasn’t the only one, girls screamed with fright and Ms. Narvarte let us sleep in pairs. As usual I paired up with Tabitha in my room.
We headed to the auditorium and had been put into groups. We were given a nametag with a sticker that would determine what group we would be put into. Well before we were sent back to our rooms we were given a tour to the church where we would go each night. At the cafeteria, we chose our table. We sat in a circle, boy girl boy girl boy girl, boys would serve us dinner. I think it was cute how Leopold gave me each of everything. He was a chubby boy and for desert, I remember him coming back to the table with a tiny desert plate with chicken and gravy on top. I chuckled a little trying not to be noticeable.
Dinner was good and so after we made our ways back to our rooms. Some of us took showers but since we were given a limited amount of time to get ready not many of us could bathe. I was one of them and so I used my time getting settled in my room. We all met in the auditorium where we were surprised to see band set up just like a mini concert with lights and everything. They played worship songs and had a projector set up so we could sing a long. I was really hyped, I didn’t think I’d like these songs so much. “He came from heaven to earth to show the way, from the cross to sky…..” I sang, all the way back to our rooms.
After the concert, I felt so sticky, sweat just stuck to my skin like glue. Showers were still full and a line was formed. So I decided to brush my teeth first. I finally showered and Ms. Narvarte demanded we go to sleep early. One of the chaperones came into our room and told us to be quiet and sleep since we were making a lot of noise. I couldn’t sleep, my pillow an old stench and the bed felt like I was sleeping on a table. I eventually fell asleep excited of what awaits me the next morning.
After breakfast, we all huddled in the auditorium where our retreat leaders prepared special activities for us. We all got to design brown paper bags with our names. Anytime we would like, anyone could make or send you card to put into your bag. We played group games where each and every one of us got involved and socialized with one another. This brought me closer to my group. Everyone got into a large circle where we discussed about God and his love for us. I remember crying during a certain time in retreat. I didn’t cry because of what anyone said but what he or she did. Now I remember, we did a group hug and then girls started to cry, and just seeing them cry made me cry as well. This was a time I would never forget.
Church always reunited me with Jesus and God but then retreat gave me more of an understanding and love for Jesus. Retreat was the only time I really enjoyed going to church and praying. I promised myself at retreat that every Sunday I would dedicate myself to God by going to church and I have. Retreat gave me a reason to pray and worship God rather than doing just because someone told me.
Retreat indeed made me a better person. It was like a home away from home. It was fun and I didn’t want to leave. In only two days I felt like a new and improved me. It made me think though, why only now right before graduation was I getting to know these people I’ve known for nine years.
Sitting on the pavement nothing else to do but wait around for the bus to pick us up. Finally, “Where’s Tabitha?” I wanted to sit next to her on our ride there. It was chilly in the bus ride there looking out window all I would see was tall green trees that hovered over us. I could barely see the sky but the gloomy skies peeking through the trees scared me a little. The bus could no longer go down the steep pathway so we ended the ride here. I took my steps down the bus, my skin felt bumpy and I was cold. My class and I started the walk towards the buildings. We were walking on a wide pavement that was surrounded with trees. Although I was accompanied with more than forty students, chaperones, and teachers I felt unsafe. The walk was long and I packed heavy, you could only imagine how sore my shoulder was.
But after all the walking we were brought to this building that held three levels full of rooms. We all met in the living room where couches were set. I sat on the crowded floor listening to directions given to us by the leaders of this retreat. “Girls will stay on the first floor, boys on the second.” We were all assigned individual rooms. As I searched for mine I noticed that I was given a room next to Ms. Narvarte’s, my math teacher. I walked in and my sheets were black. I was given a sink, a closet that wouldn’t close, and mirror that stared right at me. Yeah, I knew for sure I didn’t want to stay here. I wanted to go home. Thank goodness I wasn’t the only one, girls screamed with fright and Ms. Narvarte let us sleep in pairs. As usual I paired up with Tabitha in my room.
We headed to the auditorium and had been put into groups. We were given a nametag with a sticker that would determine what group we would be put into. Well before we were sent back to our rooms we were given a tour to the church where we would go each night. At the cafeteria, we chose our table. We sat in a circle, boy girl boy girl boy girl, boys would serve us dinner. I think it was cute how Leopold gave me each of everything. He was a chubby boy and for desert, I remember him coming back to the table with a tiny desert plate with chicken and gravy on top. I chuckled a little trying not to be noticeable.
Dinner was good and so after we made our ways back to our rooms. Some of us took showers but since we were given a limited amount of time to get ready not many of us could bathe. I was one of them and so I used my time getting settled in my room. We all met in the auditorium where we were surprised to see band set up just like a mini concert with lights and everything. They played worship songs and had a projector set up so we could sing a long. I was really hyped, I didn’t think I’d like these songs so much. “He came from heaven to earth to show the way, from the cross to sky…..” I sang, all the way back to our rooms.
After the concert, I felt so sticky, sweat just stuck to my skin like glue. Showers were still full and a line was formed. So I decided to brush my teeth first. I finally showered and Ms. Narvarte demanded we go to sleep early. One of the chaperones came into our room and told us to be quiet and sleep since we were making a lot of noise. I couldn’t sleep, my pillow an old stench and the bed felt like I was sleeping on a table. I eventually fell asleep excited of what awaits me the next morning.
After breakfast, we all huddled in the auditorium where our retreat leaders prepared special activities for us. We all got to design brown paper bags with our names. Anytime we would like, anyone could make or send you card to put into your bag. We played group games where each and every one of us got involved and socialized with one another. This brought me closer to my group. Everyone got into a large circle where we discussed about God and his love for us. I remember crying during a certain time in retreat. I didn’t cry because of what anyone said but what he or she did. Now I remember, we did a group hug and then girls started to cry, and just seeing them cry made me cry as well. This was a time I would never forget.
Church always reunited me with Jesus and God but then retreat gave me more of an understanding and love for Jesus. Retreat was the only time I really enjoyed going to church and praying. I promised myself at retreat that every Sunday I would dedicate myself to God by going to church and I have. Retreat gave me a reason to pray and worship God rather than doing just because someone told me.
Retreat indeed made me a better person. It was like a home away from home. It was fun and I didn’t want to leave. In only two days I felt like a new and improved me. It made me think though, why only now right before graduation was I getting to know these people I’ve known for nine years.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
PRO-CON FORMATIVE ASSESSMENT
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/24/us/politics/24immig.html <---here is the link to my article
Summary:
This article I have chosen is mainly about how the state of Arizona is coming up with this law that any policeman can ask for an immigrant's green card or immigration papers if he or she suspects they are immigrants. If Arizona immigrants do not abide by this lawa itt ca be considered as a state crime or misdemeanor. Said to be one of the strictest laws, it gives a stronger power to the police as they can put them in jail or give out another form of punishment. Gov. Jan Brewer of Arizona said she will make sure that the policemen are well trained to carry out this law. Although, they have already killen a man who suspected as a smuggler weeks before the law was made official. There are many who protest against this law including Barrack Obama, who puts in much of his cristism. But because Presidents rarely weigh on in state legislative, states located along the border of Mexico had outbeaten Barrak Obama. The state of Arizona had put aside what Obama and Congress had thought and took the issue nationally.
Proposition: I do not support the new Arizona Immigration law because no matter what type of citizenship they have they are being discriminated and harrassed by police who now have the right to approach anyone who may not be Hispanic but appears to be a Mexican Immigrant to ask for their immigration papers. Not many of this people have their green card or papers on them at all times as a result they can be put in jail for disobeying the law as well as committing a state crime.
Summary:
This article I have chosen is mainly about how the state of Arizona is coming up with this law that any policeman can ask for an immigrant's green card or immigration papers if he or she suspects they are immigrants. If Arizona immigrants do not abide by this lawa itt ca be considered as a state crime or misdemeanor. Said to be one of the strictest laws, it gives a stronger power to the police as they can put them in jail or give out another form of punishment. Gov. Jan Brewer of Arizona said she will make sure that the policemen are well trained to carry out this law. Although, they have already killen a man who suspected as a smuggler weeks before the law was made official. There are many who protest against this law including Barrack Obama, who puts in much of his cristism. But because Presidents rarely weigh on in state legislative, states located along the border of Mexico had outbeaten Barrak Obama. The state of Arizona had put aside what Obama and Congress had thought and took the issue nationally.
Proposition: I do not support the new Arizona Immigration law because no matter what type of citizenship they have they are being discriminated and harrassed by police who now have the right to approach anyone who may not be Hispanic but appears to be a Mexican Immigrant to ask for their immigration papers. Not many of this people have their green card or papers on them at all times as a result they can be put in jail for disobeying the law as well as committing a state crime.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Coming of Age
I remember being a little girl just in 2nd grade, missing almost half my teeth and wearing these really tacky colorful big crunchies with disney characters on them. The only things I cared about were new barbies, new crayons, new coloring books, never did I care about how much I'd spend or how I looked. I always had someone to depend on no matter what. Someone to tell me when to take a bath, someone to prepare me my food, and especially someone to tie my shoes. When I grew up, all the things difficult to me then are now the easiest tasks now.
I know I'm just 14 and I still have alot ahead of me to learn but I think I, myself have matured and taken more responsibility since then. I'm no longer being scolded for spilling orange juice on my shirt nor for drawing on the walls. I'm scolded for being home late, not calling my rents when I'm not home, and being on the computer too late. When I was younger all these things seemed so boring, I would always just play outside with my cousins and neighbors. I was much more sociable when I was young, being an older teenage girl I often like to hold a strong image and make sure I look nice and presentable before going out as of when I was young I thought I looked nice with just my pink boots and a yellow polka dot dress.
Every year I looked back at all the goofy things I did and felt a little embarrassed. I learn from my mistakes, trying not to make the same ones over and over again. I set new goals each year for myself and take on more challenging responsibilities. I guess life is kind of like a camera. We only see what the lens see. When we turn the camera at a different angle we see life in a whole new persepctive. I feel like I'm changing angles every year, keeping the tapes as memories. I mean being little was fun while it lasted....I mean being at the age of 14 acting like a 5 year old is just.......weird.
I know I'm just 14 and I still have alot ahead of me to learn but I think I, myself have matured and taken more responsibility since then. I'm no longer being scolded for spilling orange juice on my shirt nor for drawing on the walls. I'm scolded for being home late, not calling my rents when I'm not home, and being on the computer too late. When I was younger all these things seemed so boring, I would always just play outside with my cousins and neighbors. I was much more sociable when I was young, being an older teenage girl I often like to hold a strong image and make sure I look nice and presentable before going out as of when I was young I thought I looked nice with just my pink boots and a yellow polka dot dress.
Every year I looked back at all the goofy things I did and felt a little embarrassed. I learn from my mistakes, trying not to make the same ones over and over again. I set new goals each year for myself and take on more challenging responsibilities. I guess life is kind of like a camera. We only see what the lens see. When we turn the camera at a different angle we see life in a whole new persepctive. I feel like I'm changing angles every year, keeping the tapes as memories. I mean being little was fun while it lasted....I mean being at the age of 14 acting like a 5 year old is just.......weird.
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