Last Chance to Pass

themes are not exactly the same. They do have a couple things in common.

          Hunger of Memory is about a Hispanic family with 1 son. They Recently moved to a white neighborhood. Once they got there, they were immediately judged. Some of their neighbors were very nice and greeted them selves. Their son would get embarrassed because the parents couldn’t speak English fluently. He realized that they couldn’t speak English fluently because his parents grew up in a Hispanic community. They learned Spanish as their main language.

          The story An American story Is about a Vietnamese family. The mother, 4 daughters. 1 son left Vietnam in a small fishing boat with only 200 dollars, enough for food and jackets to stay warm. As they were leaving the engine fell from the fishing boat. The oldest daughter and the father stayed in Vietnam to continue school and make money. The father attempted to leave Vietnam in a boat but failed many times. Finally on 1983 he made it to the Philippines then to the United States. The oldest daughter was the only one in Vietnam. When she planned to leave she made it to Hong Kong on 1989, where she was kept in refugee camp. On 1992 she finally made it to Portland. Her whole family finally reunited. Both parents ran a small grocery shop in Salem Oregon . One of he sisters became and accountant and the other 2 because computer programmers. The Brother became an architect. The oldest sister began to study at a community college in Salem where she studied English and cultural skills to open a new business.

          A couple things both these stories have in common is that they move to United States to recreate their lives. These two families knowing very little English moved to united states with not much in order to make their lives better and more efficient.  They wanted a second chance to aim for success. Which the Vietnamese family made it to the United States with nothing in their mental to be somebody big and they certainly did make a big difference in their lives.  

          These stories weren’t only on aiming for success, but also on adapting to new places. In The Hunger of Memory the family moves knowing very little English. They weren’t accepted by their neighbors because of their ethnicity. They didn’t really care because they knew they weren’t their to do anything that can affect their neighbors lives.

          Both of these stories are very interesting and inspiring. They got very lucky to actually reach success many families also risk their lives for a second chance but sadly don’t reach success.

In conclusion theses themes are about recreating lives and adapting to new surroundings and new people.

Day in Downtown LA

          As I walk down the semi cold streets of Downtown Los Angeles, I  decided to stop for some coffee. Making a sharp left heading, towards the main street, the thought of something warm excites me. Sounds from people talking, ice being blended, and cashiers taking orders fill the air. Walking towards the cashier, as he greets you with …“ Hi, Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order” I say, “ Hi can I get a grande hot caramel macchiato with extra caramel“ . The warmth of the Caramel Macchiato running down my throat as I drink it. Perfect for the type of weather I thought to my self.

          As I walk by myself, somewhere in the distance I sense movement. Anxiety and fear grew. I noticed the mans clothing, old green and blue shirt the old man wore seemed so thin, as if he wasn’t even wearing a shirt. His pants, old, dirty, with a big hole exposing a part of his frost bitten leg.  His shoes, they both had the biggest holes baring his toes. The only warm part of his body. His face; his beard, a long, thick, black and white. Seems as if he has been growing it for a while now. His beard blew along with the wind. Wrinkled, rubbery looking skin. as if he was in his 70’s, looks can be deceiving.

          The old man sat on a sleeping bag on top of a cardboard box. The man shivered, hugging his knees close to his chest to protect himself from the cold. His eyes. Black and hollow. His sight never left the pile of empty soda cans. A bent piece of cardboard box reading” I will work for food” leaned up against he dark drown bricks of wall. Not bothered by the rat that just ran over his foot. As still as a statute.  Ignorant to everything that was happening around him.

         I was frighten by him. I’ve never witnessed somebody so still through such conditions. Seems like he was frozen in time. I was afraid that we wasn’t breathing anymore.. the while situation reminded me of a horror movie; something bad and unexpected was sure to happen. The only thing that was missing was the scary music on the background that signified an upcoming death.

          Splattered over his head was a discolored liquid. It was blood. Who knows who it belonged to. I wondered if it was his own blood or if he had done something to somebody else. Seeing the patch of blood, I began to feel nauseous. I started to wonder if I was his next victim. If it was going to be my warm blood splattered on the walls. Panic began to set in, so many thoughts were going through my mind at that point. I had so many option; turn around and run. I figured I was loosing it. The way he sat there so motion less. I don’t even think he would have noticed me one way or the other.

School

My name is Beyonce . I was born on August 30^th 2000. My parents were born in Guatemala. My dad was the first to come to The United States. He got his visa and came to look for a job as a handyman. While my dad was here my mom was in Guatemala, pregnant with my sister. My dad didn’t go back to Guatemala he wanted to stay so he can support my mom and my sister. He occasionally went to Guatemala to visit. One day my dad decided to ask my mom to move to the united states with my sister. My mom had no choice but to move. A couple years later my mom got pregnant with me.

Then on August 30^th a wonderful baby was born, Beyonce . As of what I was told by family I was a crazy baby. So basically nothing has changed. Baby Beyonce was a big trouble maker. I was little and fat. 

Pre-school is still a faint memory. All I remember from pre-school is doing a weird dance infront of the parents, and for some reason my dad reminds me of it almost every day. I can also remember rasing 7 chicks. I honestly still remember the smallest detail from pre-school. I remember spending everyday with my pre-school best friend. Running around in the class, disrupting class , making messes things I still so to this day. Something I always remember is recess. I would always hang from a big cube monkey bar and ride the tricycle. 

I went to Ramona Elementary school from kinder to 6^th grade. Kindergarden I had a teacher names Mrs.Rue. She would always take pictures of us. 1^st graded I had a teacher named Ms.Villaseñor,  I honestly don’t remember much from her class I remember making a clay bowl which I still have. 2^nd grade I had a teacher named Ms.Linares, which she was also my 4^th teacher. 2^nd grade happened so fast all I remember is learning about dinosaurs and her being my favorite teacher because she was also from Guatemala. 3^rd grade I had a teacher named Mrs.Mightless  the only thing I can remember was watching about Obama. 4^th grade was probably the best year. My teacher had many visitors come in and show us things. 5^th grade the worst year. I had a teacher named Ms.Carillo. she was the worst. She made us learn how to play the flute. When the class would get loud she had a desk bell and rang it till the class got quite . I rememeber her calling me stupid and one day when I told her that I had a headache she literally told me “ what to you expcect me to do? Give you my head ?” . That day I told my mom, the next day my mom and dad went to go talk to her to clarify things. She lied right to their face. They knew she was even lying. 6^th grade was so boring i was always getting kicked out. 

For middle school I went to Le Conte Middle school. 7^th grade was so much fun. My math teacher was my sisters formal middle school teacher, she explained everything so well. English was so much fun he had a fun and easy way to teach us things. Science was alright, I didn’t like that teacher much. History was the worst, my teacher would get mad for anything people would say or do. Pe was boring. I never did anything. I remember meeting my best friend in 7^th grade her name is Hannah. She was a magnet student so when ever I needed help she was always there to help me. She is proably the loudest smartest craziest person I have here met. 8^th grade was even worst I had a like 40 different substitutes for english and algebra. My english teaher wasn’t there because she was  diagnostic with cancer and died. My algebra teacher had back problems. Pe was so much fun, we would  always play sports and run. What made it so much fun was my 2^nd best friend. We would do everything in pe together. Science was alight I guess. Nothing special. I had service so I basically had a free period. 

Now highschol. Fairfax. Fairax is so much more than what I expexted it to be. Id rather be at Hollywood High but my mom isn’t letting me still. All my teachers are alight, i don't like most. 

John F. Kennedy

On November 22, 1963 it was a warm day in Dallas. The crowd had huge smiles waiting to see John F. Kennedy. Kennedy and his wife drove down in their limousine waving and smiling towards the crowd. 

Kennedy and his wife got a nice and warm welcome from the people of Dallas Texas. When everybody least expected... Shots fried. A man named Lee Harvey Oswald shot him in the head from the top of The Texas School Book Depository. He was rushed to the Parkland Memorial Hospital, where he died soon after he got there. He was severely wounded. The governor was also severely wounded, he was able to recover. 

Less than an hour after Kennedy was shot the police found Lee Harvey Oswald and arrested him, he was recently hired at the Texas School Book Depository. Soon after Oswald shot Kennedy he also shot and killed Patrolman Tippit.

On Sunday Morning, November 24, Oswald sentenced to be transferred from the police headquarters to the county jail. While many people across America were watching it on live tv suddenly a man pointed a pistol to Oswald and killed him. The person that shot Oswald was identified to be Jack Ruby, a local nightclub owner. Oswald had died just two hours later at the  Parkland hospital.

Monday, November 25, 1963, president Kennedy was buried in Arlington national cemetery. About 25,000 people went to pay their full respect. The Casket was moved from the White house to the capitol on six gray horses and one riderless black horse.

Digital Media And Learning

                   Technology has really impacted todays youth. Many kids various number of ages are spending endless hours online. Technology has really changes our lives, in both good and bad ways.

                    " The majority of youth use new media to " hang out " and extend existing friendship in
theses ways ... " Teenagers use social media like Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to reach out, to get to know people from other parts of the world or simply just to keep in touch with somebody from school.

                    " Online groups enable youth to connect to peers who share specialized and niche interest of various kinds, whether thats online gaming, creative writing, video editing, or other artist endeavor." Some youth spend there time on social media writing scenarios (Fan Fiction) about their famous favorite person. They also spend many hours blogging about famous people from One Direction to Beyonce. Some have devoted their time to making videos on Youtube, Where they can gain subscribes and become rich and famous. Some people like Jenna Marbles, Tyler Oakly, Shane Dawson ect. have actually started making videos at a young age (16). They have gain a huge fan base that also made them very rich.

                  Youth know they are spending many hours online instead of actually hanging out with their friends, or even joining a sport at school. Teenagers just seem to Compel to the social media life.

                In conclusion youth spend many hours on social media, making new friends, and " hanging out ". Kids just love the idea of talking to somebody without having to go to their house or waiting to see each other at school. In various ways Technology impacted out life in both good and bad ways. We have learned to trust the social media. Technology has really specifically affected our youth.