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E1 U5 Mi Vida

Shamus Keough

Soy yo

Hijo de las Américas

Mi familia Irlandésa

Producto de America


Soy alto

Soy cómico

Me gusta jugar videojuegos

Me gusta correr

Me gusta comer bien

Mi apodo es “Moose”

Eso soy yo


Yo veo mi familia

Yo huelo la cena cocinando

Yo oigo los gatos se persiguen

Yo toco el tele de nuestra sofá

Yo saboreo leche de chocolate


Bailo en la colina verde

Camino a través de las fincas

Imagino de barcos que vienen a las américas


Somos productos de Filadelfia

Somos Americanos

Hablamos inglés:

La lengua de libertad y trabajo duro

No somos Americanos. América está en nosotros

Y somos completos



Music provided by Orion
Shamus's poem
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"Soy Nile"


Soy Nile 

Yo tengo piel morena de los Estados Unidos

Pero estoy enraizado en la historia de África.

Yo vivo con pasión

Sólo quiero caminar con dignidad

y conquistar mi libertad


Yo veo mercados locales por mi casa

Yo huelo la naturaleza rural de Coatesville

Yo saboreo la comida buena de mi mamá

Yo oigo el viento en los árboles 

Yo toco el metal de los coches de mi abuelo


Soy el doctor de computadoras

Tengo un negocio...

Doy oportunidades a las personas...

en el futuro


No somos productos de los Estados Unidos

Vivimos en América

Pero nuestras raices son de la historia de África.

Somos de una región de trabajo duro

Trabajamos mucho

Pero más en los Estados Unidos

Hoy no todos tenemos libertad 

    Pero tenemos nuestra verdad
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La Historia de mi Corazón

Kamil Kielar

Soy yo,

el hijo de padres inmigrantes,

producto de Polonia.

Primera de mi generación.


Veo el amanecer.

Oigo el gallo despertar a todo el mundo.

Huelo hierba recién cortada.

Saboreo fresas frescas recogidas.

Toco la brisa fresca.


Ando el camino del trabajo duro,

Yo trabajo para el  éxito y no espero.

Comienzo con el pie derecho y,

Empiezo a jugar el juego de la vida.


Somos productos de Polonia.

Somos Polacos,

La lengua de agricultura y las tradiciones.

No somos Americanos. Vivimos en América.

Polonia vive en mí, pero no tengo casa allí.

Cuatro mil millas de distancia,

Pero

Estamos siempre en su corazón.


Kamil's song
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Que nunca conocí

Meeghan Kersten

Soy yo

Buscando el azul del cielo,

Estoy cansada de correr,

Tengo un hermans y medio,

Yo tengo una hermana y un perro.


Veo los diferentes alturos en mí casa,

Saboreo la caserola de comida,

Oigo las conversaciones de mis padres,

Toco el suelo áspero debajo de mí,

Huelo la lluvia antes de tormenta.


Nado en la herencia de mi familia,

Duermo bajo las estrellas

Cansado de  correr

Bailo debajo las estrellas.


Somos productos de las Américas

Somos Filadelfia

Hablamos inglés:

La lengua de  pretzels suaves y granizado

Que nunca conocí.

Estoy cansada de correr.

Nosotros somos la ciudad de fraternal amor.

Meeghan's song
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Mi Vida E1U5 - Ayala Silverman

Ayala Silverman

soy yo

la hija de una mamá inmigrante,

medio china

pero nativa de los Estados Unidos.

La más joven de mis hermanas

y más miedosa.


Veo las estrellas y palillos,

Saboreo los patos y las palomitas,

Huelo las naranjas y el arroz,

Oigo los chillos de mis sobrinos,

Toco la masa de pan de mi mamá.


Hablo inglés, pero quiero aprender otra cosa.

Corro con los desiertos y las montañas.

Floto con la sal de mar.

Leo a mis personajes favoritos.


Somos productos de Filadelfia y China,

Somos judios.

Escribimos sobre:

la familia y el mundo.

Cocinamos la comida de nuestro pueblo,

Somos diversidad y un poco locos.

Music provided by Orion

Mi Vida (1)
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mi vida ( Music provided by Orion)

Mi vida


Soy yo producto de Filadelfia

Practico deportes siguiendo predicamentos

Siguiendo recuerdos  

Juego hockey sobre hielo

Atleta profesional

Siguiendo predicamentos

Somos productos de Wilkes-Barre

Somos rusos y italianos y alemanes  

Hablamos inglés  

mi familia le gustamos  la deportes futbol y hockey y béisbol

Hablo inglés con pasión es la de mi conciencia

Pizza de queso

Mi padre es profesor

La madre es profesora

Sólo quiero caminar con dignidad

Mi corazón descalzo se perdió la ciudad

Alzó en alto mi vuelo

Como el ave que emigra

Wilkes-Barre la llevo siempre conmigo

Como  el ave que emigra

Soy completo


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Me encanta mi familia, Desde muy lejos

Kimberly Gucciardi-Kriegh


Mi verdad

Mi familia es completa

Me encanta mi familia, estamos separados.

Mi hermano vive de Texas

Mis tíos viven en San Francisco, Alaska, y Boston

Mi prima vive Seattle

Nosotros estamos separados  


Yo veo sus fotos, y a veces las caras

Yo saboreo y huelo famosa pizza de mi tio  

Yo toco amor de lejos

Yo oigo voz de teléfono


Las palmas de Texas con mi hermano

Los árboles del Otoño en Boston con mis tíos

Yo veo roble árboles en mi jardín

Gato, protege mi casa

Los mismos árboles


Somos productos de Filadelfia

Soy de Filadelfia

Toda la familia migra

Cuando junto

Los gestos volantes de mis manos

Tienen significados

Soy completa

Mi familia es completa

Me encanta mi familia,

Desde muy lejos
Spanish Song.
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Lo que me hace - David Roberts E1 U5

TitleLo que me hace (What Makes Me)

Soy David Roberts

Tengo quince años

Tengo un hermano, y padres amorosos

Soy deportista, imaginativo, y visionario

Soy un cristiano


Veo las flores maravillosas en mi casa

Oigo las canciones cristianas de mi iglesia

Huelo la cocina de mi mamá

Saboreo la hamburguesa con queso de América

Toco la tecnología alrededor de mi


Juego videojuegos mucho

Aprendo matemáticas de mi hermano y papá

Canto las canciones cristianas

Juego béisbol, fútbol,

Frisbi, y fúbol americano


Mi familia y yo somos productos de Nueva York

No somos gentes de Nueva York

Somos gentes de la ciudad

Excepto de mi papá

Somos gentes de Filadelfia

Somos Americanos

Background Music: LarsM - Lovers [NCS Release]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5mdZxtko0A
NCS - http://nocopyrightsounds.co.uk/
Peom Spanish 1 BM Q3
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Matt Reed - Spanish Poem

Matt Reed

Soy Yo

Mis raíces vienen de Irlanda

Pero yo vivo en Filadelfia  

Muchos creen que yo soy blanco

Pero yo soy  Irlandés en Filadelfia

Eso es mi verdad


Veo el verde de los Phillies

Oigo el tintineo del vidrio

Saboreo las papas mullidas

Toco el trébol pequeño

Huelo estofado


Irlandés trabajan todo el día

trabajamos con las papas

O días largos en la fábrica

Luego nosotros volvemos a casa a nuestros familias


Somos productos de Filadelfia

Pero somos descendientes de Irlandés

Filadelfia es un lugar de historía y amor

Somos como comida buena

Caminamos abajo de calles históricas

Vimos un ciudad de amor fraternal

Yo soy de Irlanda en Filadelfia


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Nuestras Vidas -- E1U5

Jack Sugrue

Soy yo,

Un niño muy único.

Mi familia me hizo,

Una communidad

Muy bueno.


Veo los países lindos en Europa, Australia, y America del Sur.

Oigo la música linda de mi coro.

Huelo el olor de una comida casera.

Saboreo el helado de un día en el verano calor.

Toco el pelo de mi perro.


Yo hablo con todos mi tíos y tías, primos y primas.

Yo canto con los olas de Lake Huron.

Yo como las papas y pan deliciosos.

Necesito mi familia grande.


Venimos desde muy lejos.

Somos de Europa

Dejamos nuestras vidas

Para los Estados Unidos,

Los pasturas más verdes,

Y somos

Muy prosperos.

Somos nosotros.


Jack's song
Thanks to Orion for the background music!
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E1 U5 (Americana y Asiática)

Americana y Asiática

Me llamo Autumn

Mi familia es de diferentes pedazos

Nacida y criada en Filadelfia

Producto de matemáticas

Mi familia no tiene limitación


Veo las personas corriendo

Saboreo los camarones obey de mi mamá

Huelo los champú de fresa de mis hermanos  

Oigo la voz de mi abuela

Toco los ojos del mar


Hablo en las monedas

Bailo con alto el césped y viento

Corro con las niños en las calles

Toco mi familia -  la misma luna


Somos productos de China y Hmong

Somos Chanias

Hablamos inglés y camboyano

La lengua de bánh bao

Somos de América mi mamá de Camboya

y

Mi papá de hmong y lao


You can find the song aquí
Autumn created this song with piano :)
Autumn's song
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E1 U5 "Mi Familia, Somos Fuertes"

Spanish Class Poem (1)


"Mi Familia, Somos Fuertes" por Bronwyn


Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

somos fuertes porque somos uno

somos la familia más fuerte del mundo

no somos el producto de sólo un país

porque venimos de todas partes



Huelo el aire fresco cuando llueve,

cuando yo no aprecio esto, lo siento

siento el amor eterno de mis padres

y me voy al cine con ellos todos los martes

Oigo los sonidos del templo cuando yo oro

A mi, esto es algo que no puedo comprar

Veo todas las caras de mis parientes

Me pregunto cómo es la vida sin ellos a veces


Vengo desde tierra muy lejos

yo soy la hija de la madre inmigrante,

Ya veo tristeza en sus ojos

lo llevo conmigo

y nunca olvido mi historia,

y esto, necesito

llevo eso conmigo

y nunca olvido mi historia,

y esto, necesito

Lo llevo conmigo


Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

somos fuertes porque somos uno

somos la familia más fuerte del mundo

no somos el producto de sólo un país

Porque venimos de todas partes


Deseo para mi abuela

Ella dice que ella vive por mi

Deseo ella podría saber lo mucho significa para mi

porque la amo

más que todo

Y ella no sabe

¿por qué no se sabe ? No sé.

Esto me hace triste.


Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

Mi familia, somos fuertes

Somos muy únicos y somos amables

somos fuertes porque somos uno

somos la familia más fuerte del mundo

no somos el producto de sólo un país

porque venimos de todas partes


Song: From Time by Drake & Jhene Aiko, Instrumental: MrMusicInstrumentals (Reprod by CinaMatics)

Added two drum beat sections and two vocal sections


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Somos Africanos

Soy hija de padres africanos
Los seres queridos en mi vida son en África o America
Sin mi cultura o mi familia, 
¡No soy nada! ¡No soy nada!
Niños bailan y corren.
Las madres y las hijas  cocina.
El dulce  de leche.
Mi familia juega música y canta.
Valgo de la cocina, 
Trepo los arboles de mango.
Nado los lagos,
Corro con los pollos.
Hacemos casas de aburro.
Somos Africanos,
La lengua de plátano frito y Fufu.
Somos enraizados en la historia de mis antepasados..
Una femenino y la hija y nieta  de inmigrantes.
Vengo desde muy lejos.
Soy nueva. Somos nuevos.`
¡Somos Africanos!





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Somos Africanos by Jowon Dorbor
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La Hija de Europa

Soy Olivia Musselman

El descendiente de inmigrantes

Mi mamá es escocesa.

Mi papá es holandés de Pensilvania.

Soy la hija de las naciones.


Veo a mi mamá en la cocina.

Toco la masa blanda.

Huelo el pan en el horno.

Saboreo el shoo-fly pie.

Oigo a mi hermano tocando la guitarra.


Me despierto con el amanecer.

Juego en el océano.

Camino en la lluvia.

Caigo con el puesto de sol.


Somos productos de Escocia.

Somos holandéses de Pensilvania.

Los panaderos de dulces.

Los panaderos de la alegría.

Hacemos pan y queso.

Vivimos en las montañas.

El campo es nuestra casa.

Tenemos la vecinidad.

La Hija de Europa
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¨Americanos¨- Aysha Siddiquee


​¨Americanos¨


Aysha Siddiquee

Soy yo.

Mi Madre es Bengali.

Mi Padre es Arábe.

Mi Abuelo es Americano.

Mi Abuela es Arábe.

No importa que son inmigrantes.


Yo veo mi Madre cocinando Bangladesh en su cocina.

Puedo saborear árboles

de mango y los de cocos árboles

Oigo la lluvia bailando.

Yo huelo las especias secas y frescas

Toco el calor de mi abuela.


Somos uno.

Un mundo de bailo en la lluvia y alpinismo árboles.

Contra un mundo de rascacielos.

Vivimos en Filadelfia.


Soy el producto de mi tiempo.

Somos ¨Americanos¨.

Somos pájaro perdidos en el invierno.

Sólo un invierno de 15 años para nosotros .

Sólo por el sueño.


Yo soy de mi tiempo

“Somos Americanos”

Olvidando sus antecedentes como pájaros perdidos durante el invierno

Excepto en invierno para nosotros ha sido de 15 años.

Sólo por un sueño.


Aysha's song- Spanish
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E1 U5 Poema - Lauren Nicolella

Hija de las Américas y Italianos

Lauren Nicolella

Soy hija de Italianos

La bisabuela y bisabuelo inmigrantes

Alzo en alto mi vuelo,

Soy completa.

Hablo desde ese cuerpo.

Valgo de pasta.

Bailo con las estrellas,

necesitamos música para ver la realidad.

Mi verdad.

Corro en las calles

Necesito mi jardín.

Somos productos de Italia.

Somos Italianos.

Hablamos Italiano.

La lengua de albóndigas y maíz.

somos Americanos y Italianos. Vivimos en América.

Mi mamá y yo estamos en la encrucijada

Y somos completos.

Veo el río,

Saboreo raviolis.

Oigo los animales,

Toco el arte.

Huelo el pan.

No soy nada... sin mi familia.

Alzo en alto mi vuelo.

No soy nada…Soy completa.




Poema Recording (1)
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E1 U5 (Mi Herencia)

Mi Herencia

Music provided by Orion


Yo Soy Majd Bostani                                            

Pero no vivo en Boston.

Soy el hijo de inmigrantes de Lebanon,

Pero vivo en Filadelfia

A mi familia le encantan los aviones,

Aviones es en mi herencia y

Soy completo


En sociedad, veo lo bueno en todos.

Saboreo las falafels de mi madre, muy deliciosos.

Oigo los aviones sobre mi casa.

Siento el orgullo de mi familia

Huelo los filetes de queso de Filadelfia.


Vuelo sobre las playas, son blancas como una hoja de papel

Como las falafels, son deliciosos como el aire fresco

Escucho la música como escucho a mis padres

Escribo mi vida como un libro


Somos una familia de la encrucijada

Somos Libaneses, pero mi papá y yo somos Americanos

Hablamos inglés con pasión y árabe un poco

Árabe es la lengua de clima calor y falafels

Líbano es devastado por la guerra

Las guerras enseñan mis padres como los aviones

Nos encantan los aviones de los años setenta.

Aviación es nuestra herencia,

Nuestra verdad


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Sicily

Eric Valenti

Sicily


Soy yo, Eric Valenti

Anna Valenti, es mi abuela, hija de las Sicily

Tomar  boat de América

Ella espera once años de Américas


Ella dejó su familia detrás

Con su hermana y su padre

Ella  quedarse con su tía quién morir cuando ella llegar


Tradición, guardar abuela vivo.

Comer pasta with queso.

Practico deportes fútbol.

Ella fallar casa cerca bello azul oceans con rocoso arena.


Yo,  hijo de las Américas

Mi familia hablamos Sicilian y inglés

Domingo cena, domingo felicidad, domingo sonrer.


Mi abuela decir mi:

Eric, nosotros somos la familia  de amor porque es  todo nosotros necesito .

Nuestro familia , venir aquí con no idea de  que de inglés idioma estar y actualmente es dificil de recordar Sicilian.


SPainish Poema
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Advanced Essay #4:The Role Of Guilt

My intentions for Advanced Essay #4 was for my arguments and ideas to be though provoking and different. I wanted to create a mental image of my picture in my readers heads so a visual wasn't necessary. I wrote about an idea that was always hard for me to understanding. Why do we feel naturally feel guilty situations we are not responsible for and what role does guilt play in our lives. Looking back on my essay, I feel like I could've taken more time to execute my ideas better for my reader to understand. I'm proud that I used more outside sources for my essay and actual testimonies. In the end it made my paper stronger. 


Men are gathered in the streets. They are all different shades, come from all different backgrounds but they all are hoping and fighting for the same thing. One African American male holds one side and a white male holds the other of a large white poster that reads “Will Trade: useless medals for decent jobs.” Both men gaze forward into the crowd intently, while people follow behind them.

These two men along with many men behind them are apart of the VVAW (Vietnam Veterans Against War) protesting against the Vietnam War and fighting to end war forever. Some men in the back are holding signs but the words are difficult to make out. The poster that the two men in the front are holding that reads ”Will Trade: useless medals for decent jobs.” Is used as satire. Prior to going into the Vietnam war the soldiers were promised financial stability and special provisions that would be made for them when they returned home. One soldier comments “They promised us the sky; they delivered little.” The soldiers weren’t warned about what would be faced with and the end result of their decision to join the army. Yes, some soldiers received benefits but they were very hard to obtain and secure. Many who fought in the Vietnam war felt like the war was pointless, and didn’t accomplish anything. These emotions are communicated through “useless medals”. While some might’ve thought it was an honor to fight for your country, these veterans felt taking all these innocent lives was very dishonorable.

When I first saw this image I thought about what moved those men to be out there protesting. They wanted to warn others of the reality of the Vietnam war and people would be apt to listen to them because they fought in the war. After thinking about what their motive might’ve been, I thought about how protesting didn’t undo what they experienced in the war. Were they overcome by guilt when they were silent? They couldn’t change their current circumstances, but they could change how people perceive war. If they spoke out many people wouldn’t be blinded the same way they were.

Meditating on the veterans motives allowed me to create this connection between guilt and silence. When we are silent in situations where our voices matter the most we feel a sense of responsibility when the wrong decision is made. This guilt also plays a role in our lives when we are helpless in situations.

In Martin Luther King’s speech “Beyond Vietnam” he talks about claiming our own identity and respecting other people’s identities and needs, and beliefs without degrading them in the process can help fuel the idea that war is not needed. He also mentions how he knows giving this speech on the Vietnam war could hurt his career and the people who believed him. Before he began talking about the matters in Vietnam, he touched how it has troubled his conscience. He says “I come to this great magnificent house of worship tonight because my conscience leaves me no other choice. A time comes when silence is betrayal. That time has come for us in relation to Vietnam.” This idea that silence could be betrayal is what I feel like plagues us in these situations I previously mentioned.


When the Vietnam war veterans came to visit and tell us stories from the war I was intrigued by every word. It was something about they the way they spoke. Sometimes with conviction, sometimes with pure regret that made it seem real. At the end of the discussion I asked one of the veterans Mike Felker who was a medic in the war, if he felt responsible for the lives he couldn’t save. He told me he felt as if he killed them himself, because he wanted to save each and every one of them. That wasn’t possible, but it was his goal that he didn’t achieve that left him guilty. He told me how he suffers from PTSD and he can’t help but to relive these situations. But through everything coming to schools, educating and people and speaking out against war makes it easier to cope and lifts some of the burden he carries off. I found his testimony to go hand and hand with this idea that silence encourages guilt and what role guilt plays in our life. Guilt can influence us to speak out to change other people situations.

Mike Felker writes stories about what he has experienced and I was privileged to read one of them about a water buffalo he tried to save in a small village during the war.  He didn’t know what to do but as he was told “When in doubt, fake it.” He didn’t save the buffalo neither did he alleviate it of it’s pain. He simply made the attempt and that’s what the people wanted and sometimes that’s all that is needed. What I gleaned from this story was that you can say you tried and failed or failed without trying. Failing without trying is what brings the most guilt, especially when your effort can change the state of a situation.

In conclusion, guilt will move us to do many things. Whether we are helping, speaking, or protesting. The guilt that builds up inside us from past experiences or decisions can be taken away by simply not being silent.


Bibliography 

"Mike Felker's Writing." Mike Felker's Writing. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2016.
"Veterans, Close Ranks! Extend & Expand The GI Bill!" Vietnam Veterans Against the War: THE VETERAN:. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2016.
"Beyond Vietnam**." Beyond Vietnam**. N.p., n.d. Web. 24 Mar. 2016.
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Kwan: Una Canción en Español

Kwan,+un+Español+Canción (2)

Mi nombre es Kwan,

Soy Afroamericano

El hijo de padres

Que trabajan duro

Soy muy cómico

Hijo de Americanos clandestinos


Yo tengo una familia pequeña

Nosotros vivimos en Filadelfia

Filadelfia es mi casa

Tios, padres, y mis abuelitos

Todos de mi familia


Veo los gráficos de videojuegos

Saboreo comida fresca

Toco el pelo de mi gato

Oigo la voz de mi mamá

Huelo pollo frito


El robo de mi patria

Oigo “negro”

Escapo sitios de racismo

Esta es una canción de libertad


Somos productos de Estados Unidos

Somos Americanos

Hablamos parcialmente Español

La lengua es dificil aprender

No somos Africanos

África está en nosotros

Mi familia y yo somos el mejor

y la vida es buena
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Advanced Essay #4: What is Good and Evil?

I wrote this essay in hopes to understand if Evil really exist. What I end up coming to the conclusion is that both good and evil do not exist and that we just believe it does. Since we all have common opinions of what we think is bad and what we think is good we let that maifest into Good and Evil.

Wonder fills her eyes as she watches the windows of creativity float above her, reflecting her smiles, laughs, and excitement that sits in the bubbles that float over the nothingness that is the skies. As she sits in the grass, her mind unfolds her world as she enters her own land of imagination. Her youthful glow and her expanding mind adds color to her world. She is Good, however she is also Evil.
One conversation that has no end with different variables that continues to be added along with definitions that continue to change is the battle of “Good versus Evil”. The idea of Good and Evil holds many controversial issues and resonates from our religion and what we are taught at home. However, many people don’t know what Evil actually is and find it unclear. Many religions believe that Good people have Good things happen to them and because of Evil, bad things happen to the Good people. They are fed the idea that Good and Evil is always balanced, but people argue that Evil rises over Good in their lives. The one thing that is known but many will not believe is Evil does not exist and neither does Good. Evil is an empty word and Good people can be perpetrators of Evil.
In the TED Talk, “The Psychology of Evil”, Philip Zimbardo says “The line between Good and Evil to the privileged, is fixed but movable.” An excellent example of this is murder. If a human murders another human, it is considered Evil. Somehow the small difference in scenarios can  erases Evil. The line between Good and Evil can was be moved in the minds of those who are observing only one of the acts as Evil. If a man murders another man, the murderer is considered Evil. When a man is put on trial and gets the death sentence, the officer that pulls the switch to the electric chair is a murderer, but because it's his job and the man getting the death sentence is considered Evil, the act by the officer is somehow Good. An officer of the law that acts as the executioner for a death sentence is the same job of a hitman. A hitman’s job is to kill anyone that a consumer wishes to to perish. Many would say that what a hitman does makes him Evil. What makes it Evil? If a hitman kills a rapist or another murder, is is still considered just as Evil as the hitman killing someone that a consumer just do not like? The judge that sentenced the convicted man to a death sentence simply had an alternate choice to to send the murder to jail, however because he wishes for the man to perish he sends him to his death. The officer that does the deed is hired to do so, the officer is a hitman. The two men in the scenario are doing the same Evil deed but only one is considered Evil. Evil is just the opinion that resonates from your morales implanted by the way you were raised. Good is what you prefer and Evil is what you don’t prefer.
In the essay, “The problem of Evil”, Jeff Speaks says “God is omnipotent; God is wholly Good; and yet Evil exists. There seems to be some contradiction between these three propositions, so that if any two of them were true the third would be false. But at the same time all three are essential parts of most theological positions: the theologian, it seems, at once must and cannot consistently adhere to all three… A related idea is that Evil is necessary as a means to bringing about Goodness. The basic idea here is that God uses Evil to bring about Goodness, in much the way that we find that we often have to do something painful, like going to the dentist, to bring about some desirable end, like fixing a cavity.” Evil is what shows Good and Good shows what is Evil , without both, society can crumble and go out of control. Without Good there is chaos. Without Evil there is chaos. Balance is key. Ying can not live without Yang, and Yang cannot live without Ying. The subconscious idea layered in your brain, Evil, is completely and utterly relative. Evil only exist because we exist and and we let the idea manifest. The world and reality itself is neutral. The meaning of Good and Evil does not exist anywhere but our minds. Philosophers try to explore what Good and Evil is and it always relates back to religion, mainly back to the scripture of the bible, “Ezekiel”. They say that God is the all Go and that he created Evil and Hell. He was the one who put one and two together by putting the Evil in his own domain of Hell. God could have locked the domain to ensure that all of his neutral creations do not get influenced by Lucifer. God left it open and instead of it being a place to keep all Evil in as a prison, Hell became a security and shelter for Evil. God supposedly allows for Lucifer to walk the earth and along with his followers to influence the Good and turn them Evil. God supposedly created everyone and everything. People of the Christian faith were told that he created Lucifer and Lucifer was his favorite angel. I believe he was his favorite angel because at the time, there was no Evil, and God wanted to use Lucifer to change that. Good and Evil at the time was supposedly turned and favored on the Good side because there was no opponent. Therefore, there was no Good because there was no Evil to complete the definition. Lucifer “turned” on God. God is all Good and all knowing, so of course he knew of this was going to happen when he first created him. I believe God created Lucifer because he needed Evil. He gave Lucifer free will but just like everyone else, it was already programed in his brain of what Evil is. God created him with the intention of becoming Evil. By the power of free will, Lucifer was able to do what god wanted him to do.
In a Bible study scripture Lucifer's Rebellion, “Evil did not originate on planet earth. Before God created earth, he had already populated the universe with other rational beings. The Bible calls these beings "angels," and names several different orders. Angels have often been made to appear as fantasy by those seeking to discredit their existence… The angels, like mankind, were created with free will, and were subject to the same conditions regarding their eternal life. The most prominent of these chose to rebel against God. In order to understand the conditions in which we live today, we need to understand this angel and how he came to rebel against God.” Reality cannot be neutral without two sides for it to stand in the middle. So if Good and Evil does exist, which is completely possible since it's all a matter of opinion; Reality holds the scale that Good and Evil balance on. If one of the components are gone then the whole scale does not exist. God needed Evil for Good to exist and since Evil was created by Good, Evil cannot exist without Good. Reality is the free will of the life. The scale acts as a bridge to challenge free will. There is nothing stopping one that is Good from becoming Evil; and one that is Evil from becoming Good. So the question lies, will you become Good or will you become Evil?
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Advanced Essay #4 Post Trauma Griffin Gallagher

​In this essay I wanted to work on expanding my vocabulary by trying to reword myself using words I would not usually use in an essay. I also looked up synonyms of some words in order to use a broader vocabulary. I also worked on my editing skills, by watching kia as she edited my paper. She gave me a few good tips and tricks that will help me in the future.

War has been used for as long as history remembers as a tool of groups to get other groups to do what they want, this means giving up resources or land, or changing social policies or even just to destroy rivals. Everyone looks at the larger group, but almost no one looks at how each individual soldier handles  war.

Many soldiers are affected by a severe mental disease, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD. PTSD is caused by a person experiencing a traumatic event like a natural disaster, a terrorist attack,  sexual assault or rape, and military combat. Only 4 out of 100 (4%) civilian men and 10 out of 100 (10%) of civilian women will develop PTSD., but this number jumps to roughly 15 out of 100 (15%) regarding veterans. These statistics come from the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs.

PTSD has no known cure, but there are ways to suppress the symptoms, such as therapy and psychiatry. I seen an image of a man from Vietnam running away from a fiery napalm blast. He could most definitely hear the last screams and cries of the enemy soldiers. He heard their last breaths. The soldier is being torn apart inside by many mixed emotions. On one hand, he must be happy because there is no longer an immediate threat to his life, but on the other hand, he feels remorse for taking away the lives of so many people. Traumatic events such as the one described in this picture can cause PTSD. Soldiers living with this mental disease are not lost though, as I have said before there are lots of treatments.

However, these treatments are not always given to the people who really need it. One case of this is a man known as Eddie Ruth. Eddie served in the marines on three tours in Iraq and suffered from extremely severe ptsd. He depended on his mom to take care of him. Each day she drove him to work in the morning, but after work Eddie had a short period of time by himself in the afternoon before his mother got home. Eddie’s mother feared and prayed to herself every day on the way home, she feared he would kill himself due to all the stress. Eddie got no treatment for his PTSD, the veterans hospital said he had no signs of the disease and therefore would not pay for the expensive and long term therapy. One day Eddie was taken out to a shooting range by a man named Chris Kyle, also known as “The American Sniper,” the most efficient sniper the U.S. Navy Seals has ever had on record with over 150 confirmed kills. Kyle and a friend were taking Routh to a shooting range to help him cope with his PTSD, but it took an unfortunate twist when they got there. Kyle and his friend Littlefield were both shot and killed in cold blood by Eddie Routh. The two men didn't even have a chance to fight back, their guns were both holstered, the safeties still engaged. This is a perfect example of how not getting the proper treatment for PTSD can be dangerous, and in some circumstances even fatal. At his trial they argued that he was insane and had severe PTSD. His mother gave this statement, “This was a 6-foot-2 Marine, A tough man calling for his mama." This was in context to the fact that some nights Routh would get so scared he would have to sleep in bed with his mother. All this could have been avoided if the Veterans hospital would've given him the proper treatment. Since the military is a very large part of this country, we need to pay as much attention to the soldiers who are home as we do to the soldiers who are on the front lines. PTSD is a large part of the military, and since the military is a large part of America, PTSD should also be a large part of the things we address on a daily basis. Eddie Routh is just one example; how many other tragedies could be prevented if we just spent a little bit more time and money on our soldiers when they come home from war? We need to stop forgetting about our Veterans.


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Advanced Essay #4: Violence

My goal for this essay was to try and think outside of the box. Fortunately I found a source and a photo that I did not originally think of soon after the assignment was assigned. After writing the essay I am proud of what I wrote. I think that it is an idea that I normally wouldn’t think off but it is executed in a way that makes sense. I was really able to get into this essay because I connected well to the topic, making it easier to write.

There are two women who are about to commit a “crime of passion” and murder each other because they feel too much and can not live with or without the other. (2) Or they are two women who are in love with the same man and found out that that man is cheating on one of them with the other. Neither option is justifiable but option 2 is the lesser of two evils. I would not approve of option 1 because, you can not love and abuse. There is no way that you can care and want to nurture someone so much, that you have to murder them. When you take a good look at it, the idea of “crimes of passion” sounds crazy. Option 2, while still crazy, is slightly less crazy because the women do not love each other. They love a man who may or may not love the both of them (which brings up a whole new question of how many people one can love at once). Anyway, since the women do not love each other, they could argue crime of passion based on their love of the man. The two women are about to kill each other to eliminate competition not to express love. Again it could not be that they are killing each other for the man, in that case could be murder for love.

Violence is beyond the control of human choice. Many see violence and think that it can be easily prevented, too many think that peace is as simple as conversation, empathy and understanding. The brutal reality is that doing the right thing is not as easy as it looks. Violence is a symptom of oppression and fear.  The human race can not react when they feel they are being threatened by a more powerful or treacherous system. The reason why the violence continues after the lesser force takes power or gains the upper hand is still a result of fear. Many would ask, What if they are an evil society promoting destructive ideas and destroying the people around them? Wouldn’t it be necessary to bring the system down possibly by using violence?  To that I would say that  I do not believe that humans want to be violent, we simply want to protect ourselves and our communities. Even if they are protecting something destructive it is theirs and they feel threatened that someone is going to take it away, so they may feel that violence is the only way to protect their way of life.

After reading the Chapter 3 and watching Time Wise’s video, I noticed a pattern of white divide. What stuck out to me the most was the class difference within the white race. I think that as a minority, I have a hard time imagining white people as a diverse culture of people. I do recognize that the white race is not a race of people who are collectively rich and ignorant; but in the society that we live in we tend to see white people in one light, scared, so scared that they forget how to treat other people.

That is most evident in the reading, Zinn says “The Indians were plundered by white frontiersmen, who were taxed and controlled by the Jamestown elite.” In this quote you can clearly see that there is a group of white citizens who are clumped in with all the other minorities. Later in the chapter Zinn raises a very interesting question/idea, why didn’t the native American’s, African/African American’s, and lower class white people come together to raise their standard of living? This is a question that I have later asked myself before, especially concerning, the Native American’s and African’s/African American’s.

What I later came to learn is that, Native American’s tried to help the enslaved African’s. They hid runaway slaves and integrated the Africans into the community. Unfortunately this system did not last very long. White masters quickly caught on to what was happening, knowing that they could not physically overpower the Native American’s and take back their slaves, they used the only other form of power that they had, money. After the Native American’s were paid off they surrendered and disclosed the whereabouts of the hidden slaves.

This idea is a wonderful segway into what we know today as, white privilege. These accounts of Native American’s being manipulated by white people dates back to the 1700’s. Evidently the idea of white privilege is not new and white people continue to benefit from it. Both the reading and the video made me think of the idea of white privilege and how it has evolved and changed through the years. From what I understand from the reading and video, white privilege was simply a system of manipulation. White people blatantly used their money people to get what they want and control people, It seemed necessary then. White people were not the majority but they wanted the control and had the means to get it. If I were them I most likely would have done the same. They knew that other people and civilizations were stronger and more familiar with the land.  

This reading and video enabled me to look from the point of view of the historical oppressor. I was never able to identify with the other side and I judged them for their choices and means of control, and use of violence as a means of oppression. After further analysis I was able to see that both sides could not help but use violence. The white colonist were under the impression that the Africans and the Native Americans were trying to destroy their way of life. With no way of verbally communicating with other people, they used what they could to protect themselves. As a result the Africans and Native Americans defended themselves. One of the biggest systems of violence can be seen as a misunderstanding with a symptom of violence. No one set out to act maliciously.

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Polson ILP check-in February

As many of you probably know if you have read my past updates.  I am doing an ILP with the Give and take jugglers.  A Philly based juggling organization that does shows at local festivals and conventions such as Philly folk fest which is something they do every year and I probably will be performing in.  (hopefully).  But lately I have been working on a routine with what are called cigar boxes (here is a video to show you what kind of stuff you can do with them)
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyxo6mfSqWo
Cigar box juggling is sort of a lost art and not that many people do it now adays which is why I enjoy doing it.  I like doing things that not many people do, it makes you stand out in the croud.  But anyways my routine is coming along really well and i am really exited for folk fest this year when I will most likely present it to an audience for the first time.
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E1 U5 "La Hija de Fé"

La Hija de Fe

La Hija de Fé

By: Naima DeBrest  


Naima DeBrest

Soy yo

La hija de padres cariñosos

Yo fuerte y suave

Producto de África y Filadelfia

Nina sin hermanos pero con muchos hermanos de corazón


Veo gente caminando dentro de y afuera de la casa

Oigo la canción de jazz

Saboreo el trabajo de mi familia

Toco la piel de mis abuelos

Huelo el perfume de la primavera


Bailo a la música de jazz

Nado en la piscina de la risa

Escucho a la historia de mi familia

Como la comida de alma


Somos productos de Filadelfia y la Africa

Soy yo

Hablamos la lengua de amor

La lengua de verdad y la fé

Vivimos en América pero la África vive en nosotros

La encrucijada nosotros enfrentamos

Nos hace fuertes

Por la encrucijada podemos vivir









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