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Smart LED Table - Harlem Satterfield

The goal of my “Smart LED Table” is to serve as an easy-to-use platform for development both electrically and mechanically. I wanted to make something so versatile that everyone from the common man to the super nerd can get something out of it.

The LED Matrix is the key part of this project; the entire table is built around it. It serves as a screen for everything the project has to offer. Apart from displaying all of the information that the other features find, I’ve programmed it to show colorful, mesmerizing patterns that aim to entertain the user. For finding the time, I used an RTC (Real-Time Clock) chip. Once the time is set, the chip will automatically count up time from years to seconds and then the time is displayed on the LED matrix in military form (4:40 -> 16:40). I’ve also added a small temperature sensor, which (obviously) senses the temperature and displays it on the matrix . Lastly, the table can play music from an SD card while everything above is going on.

Building this table was a very lengthy and difficult process, which involved lots of prototyping and assembly. All of the pieces I cut were off by fractions of an inch. The table fell apart multiple times and several pieces of code didn’t work as intended. There are so many things I would change and so many other features I’d love to add, but I’m glad everything turned out well.


"Blynk." Docs.blynk.cc. Accessed January 25, 2019. https://docs.blynk.cc/.

Blynk is an app that allows you to connect to a Wifi or Bluetooth device and control it via smartphone. The software really sparked my curiosity and I think I’m able to use it even if I don’t go with the NodeMCU (development board with wifi). I first learned about the app when one of my when I watched a video of one of my favorite creators build a project using it. I then decided to research more about Blynk, even downloading the app, and then I found this website, which explains all of Blynk’s functions in great detail.


"Build a Great Sounding Audio Amplifier (with Bass Boost) from the LM386." Circuit Basics. June 21, 2018. Accessed January 25, 2019. http://www.circuitbasics.com/build-a-great-sounding-audio-amplifier-with-bass-boost-from-the-lm386/.

This article is about using the popular LM386 chip. It explains what the chip is, what it can do, and shows a circuit that allows you to use it as an audio amplifier. It can take input from an audio jack, enhance it, and send it to a speaker. You can even control the signal’s volume and gain. This circuit would be absolutely perfect for the music portion of my table. I know I can properly integrate the circuit because I’ve successfully used it several times.

The JShow Episode 3: At Last

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in College English · Giknis · C Band on
The JSHow
Jacobo, Shana, and Harlem

Episode 3: At Last

And now, we have reached our final episode. In this final podcast, we discuss the happy ending of Treasure Island, the author's intent for writing the book and how the book speaks to Stevenson's legacy.

Evidence Used:
Chapter XXXIV: At Last (pgs. 186-190)

Listen to the podcast here:​
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The JSHow: Episode 1

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in College English · Giknis · C Band on
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The JSHow
by Jacobo Pastor, Shana Bergmann, and Harlem Satterfield

Episode 1: And a Bottle of Rum

Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island is filled to the brim with secrets and discoveries. Even in the first few chapters, there's plenty of plot and story to enjoy. Join Jacobo, Shana, and Harlem as talk about the book's literal and figurative aspects as well as their experiences with it.

Evidence Used
Chapters 1-4, including pg. 4 and pg. 13

Link to Podcast
https://youtu.be/V9NSu8-rdSA

Advanced Essay #3: Trump's Twitter. Enough Said.

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 3 · Block · E Band on
​Introduction
When I first thought about what my topic should be, my mind immediately went to social media. What's one of the biggest social media platforms? Twitter. And who spends so much time on Twitter? Donald Trump. I always believed that Trump wastes his time posting and that he should spend more time actually being a president. In my essay, I wrote about two very controversial posts from over the past year and analyzed how Trump's tweeting has affected the nation now and in the future. The word count, however, is a bit higher than it should be, even after trimming it down without leaving anything out. I always ended up adding more.

Advanced Essay
Words are important. They are arguably the strongest tool mankind has created. They are strong enough to carry information and open people’s minds. That’s why writing is important. People use writing to convey their ideas, to explain and interpret the world around them. Writing can come from many different things and from many different backgrounds. It’s truly an amazing concept. It’s just when one abuses writing that it gets bad. President Trump takes writing and language with a grain of salt. Instead of being a responsible president like he should be, he spends his days writing 140 (and now 280) character messages. 
If there’s anything that President Trump is known for, it's his Twitter account. It’s something that most people just love to hate and, in some ways, serves as a shrine for Trump’s supporters. Ever since he was inaugurated, and even before, his Twitter has been one of the most discussed and reported topics in politics. It’s just so...random! One can find literally anything on his page - comments, roasts, criticism, racism, official political decisions, everything. Twitter has evolved so much over the course of Trump’s first year in office, that people have several different views on it, and he has shocked the nation time and time again with the posts.

The Transgender Military Post - July 26, 2017
In a series of tweets, Donald Trump announced that the military would no longer accept transgenders. He claimed that the “tremendous” medical costs would disrupt the military and keep it from achieving its goal: decisive and overwhelming victory.

These posts surprised several thousand people. However, its effects were delayed until January 1 of this year.  As one could imagine, Trump received overwhelming applause for the bill’s release from his supporters, and equally sparked protests and resistance from Democrats and even some Republicans. The opposers claimed that the military shouldn’t be discriminating against anyone because everyone just doing the same thing: helping to protect America. “Transgender people are people and they deserve the best we can do for them.” - Sen. Orrin Hatch. The huge medical cost excuse was over exaggerated as well. There’s plenty of other things that military puts a lot into, like Viagra, for instance, as The Washington Post writes. They reported that medical care for active transgender soldiers costs between $2.4 million and $8.4 million annually, whereas total spending on “erectile dysfunction” amounts to $84 million.


The “Covfefe” Post - May 31, 2017
Rewind to May 31, 2017. President Donald Trump posted a tweet that caught the entire nation’s attention. Let’s just say that he invented a word:
“Despite the constant negative press covfefe”
That’s it.
That’s the entire post.
At a first glance, this tweet looks completely ridiculous. You just look at it with a blank stare of surprise and confusion. Like most of Trump’s tweets, this one made the news but received a lot more attention than others. There wasn’t really much to report on, though, since no one really knew what the sentence meant. All anyone could do was think and speculate about what Donald Trump was saying, er, tweeting.
  On one hand, the covfefe post was rather bewildering and completely out of nowhere. It made no sense to anyone at all, which is alright compared to most of the things Trump does. He often makes no sense. However, on the other hand, everyone, supporter, and non-supporter scrambled to find out what exactly “covfefe” meant, and the two groups even worked together in some cases. So, in a way, this tweet, as crazy as it was, united the country in a sense. This was definitely a surprising tweet, but it was one of the “better” ones, compared to the other trash Trump usually posts.
Something noticeable about Trump’s tweets and (mainly) his supporters is that they never really go into depth about anything, despite Twitter’s limitations. Whenever Trump makes an accusation or an announcement like the one above, no matter what, his supporters applaud him. However, when they’re asked “How?” or “Why?”, a true answer never arises. They’re always like “Yay! No more LGBT!” or “I know Trump would save us!” or they just flat out repeat whatever he says without a second thought. They have never ground for their claims and when they do, their response is usually vulgar and ridiculous, but their sources appear to always be an only be Twitter. It’s awful.
Bottom line, Donald Trump’s twitter account has been an essential part of his presidency, and his supporters. The posts make it obvious that he has absolutely no concern for people besides himself and others like him, fitting for a billionaire from Corporate America. Twitter themselves have debated about terminating Trump’s Twitter account, but it’s still there. I personally think the twitter account plays too much of a roll in media and politics. People shouldn’t have to cite a person’s social media to gain valuable information, especially when said information pertains to the well-being of the country. Imagine what people of future generations will have to do. They’ll have to live in a dysfunctional or even a destroyed economy. Kids will be doing literal research projects about Donald Trump. His tweets would be printed in textbooks! Donald Trump needs to start being the president he signed up to be and lay off of Twitter.

Sources
“Hatewatch.” Southern Poverty Law Center, www.splcenter.org/hatewatch/201.
Ingraham, Christopher. “Analysis | The military spends five times as much on Viagra as it would on transgender troops medical care.” The Washington Post, WP Company, 26 July 2017, www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2017/07/26/the-military-spends-five-times-as-much-on-viagra-as-it-would-on-transgender-troops-medical-care/?utm_term=.c3341a0dbe5f.

Advanced Essay #2: The Things I Learned...

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 3 · Block · E Band on
​Introduction:
While reading other essays, particularly "I Just Want to be Average," I was reminded of my time as a kindergarten, where I was literally the worst behaved student in the class. I wanted to write about all of the things I did but settled for two because to the length constraint. Still, I feel this essay has more story than reflection, and I want to become better at writing reflections.

Advanced Essay:
Once upon a time,  I was not a quiet person. There was a time where I was not cautious of danger. Instead, I greeted it with open arms. Better yet, I didn’t even acknowledge it. There was a time when I was a terrible kid, and that time was kindergarten. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been reminded of all of the bad times I’ve had in my first year of school. Kindergarten is supposed to be that time where kids learn basic education. I got nothing out of it. All I remember are the bad things I did.
The teacher passed out these handwriting sheets about some concept we were taught to call ”numbers.”  The sheets she handed out were in a packet of ten pages, each labeled from 1 to 10. My teacher talked to us about what we were doing.When I got my packet, I immediately scribbled in all of the numbers. My teacher noticed me in the speech she was giving. “WHY ARE YOU ON EIGHT?!?” she bellowed. I quickly shot up from my daze and stared at my teacher, as if I was frozen. “Go flip your card.” I got out of my seat, walked over to the corner, and changed my card from green to yellow. That meant I had done something wrong.
I could barely focus, often didn’t know or hear what was going on, and I started talking to myself at that age. What was going on? Something I think was happening was that I was doing whatever I saw. My teachers were just trying to teach me and keep me in line, but I wouldn’t listen. I recall something that Mike Rose wrote in “I Just Want to be Average,” “Students will float to the mark you set.” I feel like that was true for every kid in my class, except me. As if it didn’t apply to me. Everyone else could follow directions. Everyone else could focus on their work. Why couldn’t I?
It was a cloudy afternoon after school one day. My dad was dragging me down the sidewalk outside the school. “You are in so much trouble.” His words exactly, in the same fearsome voice he spoke in when angry. We walked to the car and drove off. My dad got on the phone with mom, going over the details of the bad thing I did that day. I don’t even remember, but I had an idea about it. It was probably that time when I said something like, “I hate this mother%#$* school,” but I have no recollection of it. “ALL HE CAN DO IS EAT AND READ!!!” I was jolted back to reality when my dad spanked me on the leg. Looking back on that day, I realize that my father was just looking out for me. He knew I had potential and desperately wanted me to use it. Mark Rose said it best when he wrote
After a spanking, I was left in my room to read. There was a bookshelf in my room with simple books, like “The Cat in the Hat” and other Dr. Seuss stories. I stood up on the shelf and randomly selected a book. At first, I was just flipping through the pages looking at all of the pretty pictures. However, as I went on, I started looking more at the words rather than the pictures. I knew how to read at that age, so I was able to get through the books. There were a few things I picked up here and there, like the sounds animals make and the many numbers there are. I was actually gaining knowledge, something I seemingly was unable to do in school.
All of these memories of kindergarten, and countless others have helped me understand that there are multiple kinds of education. Mainly two. There’s the sweet, educational things you learn in school, and then there was the realistic, societal things you learn everywhere else. For example, I didn’t know what 6+7 was, but I knew how many curse words there were. I had too much societal education and not enough room for ‘actual’ education. And the way I see it now, actual education is more important. I wish I didn’t act up so much back then. Even after I read that day, I still acted up in school and didn’t officially get it together until 4th grade. But now, I know that I have a balance between education and society.
Works Cited:
Rose, Mike. "I Just Want to be Average." 1989. Accessed December 10, 2017. https://www.cengage.com/custom/static_content/OLC/s76656_76218lf/rose.pdf.

Advanced Essay #1: From the Fiery Depths of Impatience

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 3 · Block · E Band on
Introduction

To be honest, I had no idea what I was doing when I started this. After so much thinking, I decided I would compare the bond between patience and impatience to fire and marshmallows. I think I worked pretty well. This essay is one of the most descriptive one I wrote, and I'm proud of that. However, I feel weird that I almost hit 1000 words. For the future, I'm going to try to be as descriptive as possible and not go overboard.

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From the Fiery Depths of Impatience

As a kid in elementary school, dismissal time was always something to look forward. I could never wait to go home, make a snack, and play on my phone or sleep before doing my homework. Well, maybe not the homework, but everything else was enough to keep me anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 4. However, there was always one thing I had to go through before I could enjoy my afternoon.

My friends and I would always stand outside the door to the school as we waited for our rides to come pick us up. Until then, we’d always talk about simple things, Pokemon, games, how mean our teachers were, whatever what was on our minds. One by one my friends waved their goodbyes as they got into their parents’ cars and drove off. I’d always have to wait a little longer to get picked up. My dad was always either upstairs talking with teachers or on his way here. He was usually upstairs. He collected my two brothers and I and we walked out to Cubit (One of the cars we had was a Nissan Cube).

 The car ride ride home was always something I truly dreaded. It was the time where my dad took the opportunity to ask me about my day. He always wanted to know everything about everything! “How was your day?” “Did you say hi to John?” “Did you see Mr. Sheehan today?” “Do you do your homework?” “Did you turn it in?” “When?” “Did you eat your lunch?” “What was it?” “Did you like it?” It drove me crazy. My impatience kicked in immediately.

I wanted to get these questions over with as soon as possible; the car ride home was valuable sleeping time. Quickly, I answered yes or no to every question my dad bombarded me with. “Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes. Yes.” The fire of impatience was burning inside me. Rage was building and I tried my best to hide it, only hinting at it through my tone. I wanted desperately to get the questions over with. When my dad was finally done, I was too annoyed to hide it. “Stop asking me questions,” I said, and turned over in my seat. My impatience always go the best of me.  

I see patience as a fluffy little marshmallow. Sweet and innocent, not trying to hurt anyone. However, right below it is a huge fire. A big, roaring flame. This flame gets stronger whenever my impatience begins to grow. Soon, it gets stronger and begins to singe and burn the cute little marshmallow on top. And when that marshmallow finally melts, I lose it, as I did on the drive home.

That fire is impatience.

On one hand, my impatience has a negative effect on me, but on the other hand, it can be slightly helpful. Ever since I was a kid, I always felt the need to complete things quickly. As one of my favorite video game characters put it, you always “gotta go fast.” So an upside to being impatient as that it helps you do things quicker, which in a way benefits me. It really makes you think about the final product. It’s kinda like a “I gotta hurry up and finish this so the final part looks nice” situation. Though “fast” and “neat” don’t always go hand in hand.

“Marshmallows!” my little brother cried, smiling with glee. My dad grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the kitchen pantry. My brothers and I look on with glee and excitement as he walked back to the stone fireplace where we sat. He removed the metal grid from in front of the fireplace. “Light the wood.” He handed his match to me. I slowly moved my trembling hand into the gap where the old but only slightly charred wood lay. I remember it taking many attempts for me to successfully scratch the wood.

I pulled back as a roaring orange flame rose from the wood, almost burning my hand. Heat and the smell of smoke filled the area. I shrieked a little at the sight, but my father reassured me, congratulating me for lighting the fire. He then motioned my brother to open up the bag of marshmallows. Being the young hungry kids we were, we immediately grabbed a few and quickly ate them up. “Stop! I told you not to eat them!” Dad snatched the bag away. “Y’all some hungry kids. You can wait until we cook the marshmallows.”

We ran and got got the wooden skewers from the back; the fire was slowly dying. I quickly grabbed a skewer and shoved two marshmallows onto it, then put it over the fire. “Let it sit above the fire and turn it. Wait until it’s brown,” my dad guided me. I waited five seconds. Then ten. Then fifteen. Then thirty. Nothing happened. I was getting very impatient, the fire inside me only getting stronger. My marshmallows fell victim to it, both literally and figuratively.

So I was stuck with two burnt marshmallows, looking in sadness as my brothers happily enjoyed their semi-cooked treats. I need to try again, I thought, this isn’t fair. I crawled over to the marshmallow bag only to find that it was completely empty. Looks like my brothers and I ate more than we thought. I had no other choice. I moved the charred marshmallows closer to my mouth and slowly took a bite. Aside from burning my mouth, the melted marshmallows tasted weird to me. This taste was completely new to me.

So even impatience has its upsides, as I found out that day. Like fear freezes you, impatience burns you. I guess I’ll be stuck with it forever, not that I really regret it. This emotion can be good; it helps me to act fast and work faster. Sometimes the worst misfortunes in our lives can lead to our rise in the world.


Advanced Essay #1: From the Fiery Depths of Impatience

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 3 · Block · E Band on

Introduction

To be honest, I had no idea what I was doing when I started this. After so much thinking, I decided I would compare the bond between patience and impatience to fire and marshmallows. I think I worked pretty well. This essay is one of the most descriptive one I wrote, and I'm proud of that. However, I feel weird that I almost hit 1000 words. For the future, I'm going to try to be as descriptive as possible and not go overboard.

=======================================================

From the Fiery Depths of Impatience

As a kid in elementary school, dismissal time was always something to look forward. I could never wait to go home, make a snack, and play on my phone or sleep before doing my homework. Well, maybe not the homework, but everything else was enough to keep me anxiously waiting for the clock to strike 4. However, there was always one thing I had to go through before I could enjoy my afternoon.

My friends and I would always stand outside the door to the school as we waited for our rides to come pick us up. Until then, we’d always talk about simple things, Pokemon, games, how mean our teachers were, whatever what was on our minds. One by one my friends waved their goodbyes as they got into their parents’ cars and drove off. I’d always have to wait a little longer to get picked up. My dad was always either upstairs talking with teachers or on his way here. He was usually upstairs. He collected my two brothers and I and we walked out to Cubit (One of the cars we had was a Nissan Cube).

The car ride ride home was always something I truly dreaded. It was the time where my dad took the opportunity to ask me about my day. He always wanted to know everything about everything! “How was your day?” “Did you say hi to John?” “Did you see Mr. Sheehan today?” “Do you do your homework?” “Did you turn it in?” “When?” “Did you eat your lunch?” “What was it?” “Did you like it?” It drove me crazy. My impatience kicked in immediately.

I wanted to get these questions over with as soon as possible; the car ride home was valuable sleeping time. Quickly, I answered yes or no to every question my dad bombarded me with. “Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes. Yes.” The fire of impatience was burning inside me. Rage was building and I tried my best to hide it, only hinting at it through my tone. I wanted desperately to get the questions over with. When my dad was finally done, I was too annoyed to hide it. “Stop asking me questions,” I said, and turned over in my seat. My impatience always go the best of me.  

I see patience as a fluffy little marshmallow. Sweet and innocent, not trying to hurt anyone. However, right below it is a huge fire. A big, roaring flame. This flame gets stronger whenever my impatience begins to grow. Soon, it gets stronger and begins to singe and burn the cute little marshmallow on top. And when that marshmallow finally melts, I lose it, as I did on the drive home.

That fire is impatience.

On one hand, my impatience has a negative effect on me, but on the other hand, it can be slightly helpful. Ever since I was a kid, I always felt the need to complete things quickly. As one of my favorite video game characters put it, you always “gotta go fast.” So an upside to being impatient as that it helps you do things quicker, which in a way benefits me. It really makes you think about the final product. It’s kinda like a “I gotta hurry up and finish this so the final part looks nice” situation. Though “fast” and “neat” don’t always go hand in hand.

“Marshmallows!” my little brother cried, smiling with glee. My dad grabbed the bag of marshmallows from the kitchen pantry. My brothers and I look on with glee and excitement as he walked back to the stone fireplace where we sat. He removed the metal grid from in front of the fireplace. “Light the wood.” He handed his match to me. I slowly moved my trembling hand into the gap where the old but only slightly charred wood lay. I remember it taking many attempts for me to successfully scratch the wood.

I pulled back as a roaring orange flame rose from the wood, almost burning my hand. Heat and the smell of smoke filled the area. I shrieked a little at the sight, but my father reassured me, congratulating me for lighting the fire. He then motioned my brother to open up the bag of marshmallows. Being the young hungry kids we were, we immediately grabbed a few and quickly ate them up. “Stop! I told you not to eat them!” Dad snatched the bag away. “Y’all some hungry kids. You can wait until we cook the marshmallows.”

We ran and got got the wooden skewers from the back; the fire was slowly dying. I quickly grabbed a skewer and shoved two marshmallows onto it, then put it over the fire. “Let it sit above the fire and turn it. Wait until it’s brown,” my dad guided me. I waited five seconds. Then ten. Then fifteen. Then thirty. Nothing happened. I was getting very impatient, the fire inside me only getting stronger. My marshmallows fell victim to it, both literally and figuratively.

So I was stuck with two burnt marshmallows, looking in sadness as my brothers happily enjoyed their semi-cooked treats. I need to try again, I thought, this isn’t fair. I crawled over to the marshmallow bag only to find that it was completely empty. Looks like my brothers and I ate more than we thought. I had no other choice. I moved the charred marshmallows closer to my mouth and slowly took a bite. Aside from burning my mouth, the melted marshmallows tasted weird to me. This taste was completely new to me.

So even impatience has its upsides, as I found out that day. Like fear freezes you, impatience burns you. I guess I’ll be stuck with it forever, not that I really regret it. This emotion can be good; it helps me to act fast and work faster. Sometimes the worst misfortunes in our lives can lead to our rise in the world.



Savagery Unborn - Harlem Satterfield

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 2 · Pahomov · E Band on

Lord of the Flies is a novel about a group of young boys stranded on a completely deserted island. They are left to fend for themselves with little to nothing. At first, it seemed simple; one boy would be chief, one group would hunt for food and another would build shelters and support the others. However, the island’s limited resources and conflicts in the group slowly drove most of the boys to madness and savagery. They no longer saw right from wrong; all they saw was hunt, kill, and fun. They are left with much worse than what they started with and even though they do get saved, the trauma of the experience leaves with them. The conditions and the way we express anger and savagery affects not only how others see us, but how we see the world around us and what we do.

Anger is a recurring emotion in our lives, and a powerful one. This emotion can take over anyone, even the best of us. It reprograms our brains and can lead us to do things we can never imagine ourselves doing, such as crime and murder. Some people argue that extreme anger and savagery are results of negative genes. In that case, the victim would have no control over their negative actions. Others believe that situations with severe limitations, such as the predicament in Lord of the Flies, are what drive people to madness. Take Jack for example. We’ll get into it later, but Jack is a character who exhibits anger and savagery throughout the novel.  

Before we do anything, let’s take a look at Jack. At the start of the book, Jack was a complete jerk, but he at least understood the situation at hand and offered to help the others survive. He also wanted to be chief at the beginning of the book, but didn't get nearly as many votes as Ralph did. “‘All right. Who wants Jack for chief?’ With dreary obedience the choir raised their hands. ‘Who want’s me’ Every hand outside the choir except Piggy’s was raised immediately. Then Piggy, too, raised his hand grudgingly into the air. ‘I’m chief then.’” (23).  After this little election, Jack was pretty upset about not becoming chief. On the plus side, he became in charge of a choir of boys, who’d later become his troop of hunters. This setback has probably increased his anger, though as of now, he shows no ill will to Ralph. Besides, he gets to hunt. That’s something he’s offered and has been willing to do since he got on the island.

Now, let’s skip ahead a couple chapters. One time, when Jack and a few others came back from hunting, Ralph got mad at them because they let the signal fire go out. “Ralph spoke. ‘You let the fire go out.’ Jack checked, vaguely irritated by this irrelevance but too happy to let it worry him.”(69). Jack must’ve been very proud of his catch, and he must love hunting. “‘I cut the pig’s throat,’ said Jack, proudly, and yet twitched as he said it. ‘Can I borrow yours, Ralph, to make a nick in the hilt?’” Hunting seems to be an outlet for him, a way to escape from the other boys and express himself. He and the other hunters love the activity so much that they even made little chant they say whenever they capture a pig. “Kill the pig. Cut the throat. Spill her blood.” This chant varies throughout the book. However, they did let the fire go out, and thus missed a chance to be rescued, much to Ralph’s dismay. He chews Jack out for blowing it, and then Jack gets mad, presumably because his kill wasn’t as important as the situation at hand. “I was chief, and you were going to do what I said. You talk, But you can’t even build huts-then you go off hunting and let out the fire-”(71). Ralph is starting to act a lot like a parent to the others, him being chief. Jack must like the idea of no grownups around, and Ralph is ruining that. Still, nothing was going to stop Jack from hunting pigs, he’s getting to be addictive to it. And then this happens. “This from Piggy, and the wails of agreement from some of the hunters, drove Jack to violence. The bolting look came into his blue eyes. He took a step, and able at last to hit someone, stuck his fist into Piggy’s stomach.”(71) This little shenanigan angered Jack as well, and quote reveals that he’s been itching to hit someone for a while. Now that’s two things that make Jack angry: power and Ralph’s parenting. He’s on his way to savagery.

Let’s look towards the end of the book. At this time, nothing is in order. Savagery and anger have taken over Jack, who has broken away from the group and began his own tribe, gaining many followers. This leaves only Ralph, Piggy, and the two twins, Sam and Eric. One night, Jack’s savages break into what’s left of their shelters, ravage the place and steal Piggy’s glasses. The next morning, the four boys head over to the castle rock, the other tribe’s home, in hopes of getting the glasses back. When Jack refuses, Ralph calls him a thief, and the two fight. “Jack made a rush and stabbed at Ralph’s chest with his spear. Ralph sensed the position of the weapon from the glimpse he caught a Jack’s arm and put the thrust aside with his own butt. Then he bought the end round and caught Jack a stinger across the ear. They were chest to chest, breathing fiercely, pushing and glaring.” (177).

Despite Jack’s superiority, Ralph was right about everything; he was initially voted to be chief, and Jack did attack them and stole Piggy’s glasses. Ralph tries to reason with him, but the Jack he knew was long gone. He wasn’t hiding behind just a painted face, but savagery and anger have clouded him, making him a completely different person, feared by even his tribe members. That’s enough to make anybody crazy. There seems to be three things that sent Jack over the edge: hunger, desire for power, and Ralph’s constant nagging and superiority. By the way, it’s a fact that hunger can cause savagery. The kids on the island have been living water, nuts, berries, and, for some, pig meat. That isn’t very much food to get through the day. Anyway, Jack has always been someone who doesn’t like to be defied, especially by someone who he thinks is inferior to him. And now here was Ralph walking up to him demanding things, again.

In these horrid conditions, Jack became a savage. Again, there were three things that set him off: hunger, power, and Ralph. This island experience was traumatizing for everyone, but I think Jack was affected the most. His thirst for hunting and violence made him a perfect victim of savagery, which I honestly think was bound to happen.


Works Cited

Golding, William. Lord of the Flies. New York: Penguin, 2006.


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To Read or Not to Read by Harlem Satterfield

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 2 · Pahomov · E Band on
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It should be around here somewhere...is it here? No...there? No….ummm...AHA! Here it is! I’ve been looking for this for so long.  I can’t wait to read this. I bet this’ll be…oh…hey Dad. What are you doing here?

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What do I have here? Oh, umm…it’s a book. I was going to start reading it for class. I need it for English this quarter.

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What book is it? It’s uh…it’s called “War of the Skeletons.” I’ve been looking for it for a while.

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Uh, yeah, you can see it. I know it’s not something you’d want me to read, but-

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Wait what? Why!?!

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B-But it’s a good book! I actually want to read it! Ms. Vomohap said-

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Are you seriously bringing this up now? Of all times?

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Why are you being like this dad, you never let me read what I want! You’re always telling me to read harder books and now that I have one, you won’t let me read it! And for what reason? It makes no sense!

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Why are you always so critical? This doesn’t even affect you! You never let me have any fun whatsoever! All you do is criticize me! You always think I’m playing video games when on my laptop! And it’s not like you do it to everyone, either. If my brothers we’re to make a mistake, they’d just get a slap on the wrist! You don’t even yell at mom that much! It’s always me! Why do I always have to get the lecture? It’s not fair! Now, I really need a book to read for class. My teacher said it could be anything as long as it’s something adequate for a 10th grader to read! And this is!

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I don’t want to take any of YOUR books. I want to bring my own! Besides, your books are so boring!

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Why? Because they’re so long! I don’t want to spend my time reading a 50 chapter book! And there always about the same thing! I know how they all end! There’s some kid who’s a nobody, they find out they some secret or superpower, then they meet a girl and ends up dating them at the end. I know!

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It’s because of the subject, isn’t it?

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The book is set in a famous video game, and I know how you feel about them. You’ve always hated video games. Always.

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Ok, let’s say that I had a book about World War II. It’s exactly like this one, a lot of chapters, no pictures, everything. Accept it’s a very violent book and goes into full detail about the war. It’s gory details fly through your head and never come out, resulting in endless nightmares and such. Would you have let me read that? Have you?

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I thought so.

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Look Dad, I know you’re upset, and I know how much you want me to read. You want me to be better, and I do too. So I started by picking out a book about something that interests me, because then I’ll have a reason to pick it back up. I really want to take a look at this book. So can you please, please let me read it?

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Really? You’ll let me? Seriously? I actually convinced you.

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Thank you! Finally I can read something!

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You won’t be disappointed, Dad! Not at all!

(Dad leaves, character looks at book)

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I better make the best of this. If I’m going to change, this is a good start. I remember when my brother read this a few months ago, and he said it was awesome. I think it’s awesome, too. So, yeah, I’m going to read this, no matter what anyone says! I now have something to read!


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Ideas Anyone? - Harlem Satterfield

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in English 2 · Pahomov · E Band on

I’m a programmer at heart. I love making games and code for people to enjoy. Whenever I have free time, I’m usually on my laptop coding on Scratch. In case you’re wondering, Scratch is a free online coding tool for games and animations. I’ve made four games so far, and my friends enjoy them!

I first started coding in fifth grade. It was like any other day. I walked into computer class and sat at my desk, staring at the empty screen before me. That’s when my teacher asked us to log on to codecademy.com. We were doing something new today. He then instructed us to make an account and start the HTML course on the site. ‘What is HTML’ I thought. I remember it saying, “Write anything between the brackets and click Submit.” I reluctantly did what it said. When I clicked ‘Submit,’ my words appeared on the screen. I was blown away. TECHNOLOGY!!!! This was completely unheard of in my life! I was so excited that I went on to finish the entire course. Now, I’m coding in advanced languages like Javascript and Python. I later found Scratch when I was 13.

One of my games is called ‘Boulder Dash.’ It’s where you have a little character collecting coins while avoiding falling boulders. Each coin equals 100 points and the boulders will drop faster for every 5 coins you get. Sounds simple, right? Good. I like keeping things simple. ‘Boulder Dash’ has an easy concept that can become so difficult. In fact, no one has been able to get past 1700, the high score. I have reset it a few times, but only if I’m testing it for bugs or something. I want my games to be the best they can be.

An older game I made was called ‘Ship Brawl’ (I should give it a better name.) It’s a space-themed two-player game. Basically, there are two spaceships; a player controls each. The goal is to shoot your opponent’s ship five times. I put a lot of work into this game. It’s coolest feature is the speed mechanism, which allows players to have their ships travel in speeds ranging from -10 to 10. You have the power to go super fast and chase your opponent, or show off your skills by flying in reverse! However, I’m not writing to explain my accomplishments as a programmer. A few weeks ago, I went on Scratch, eager to create a new game. I got right to work, but something was wrong. I wasn’t feeling inspired about anything. I was drawing a blank. I tried to think of the things I liked, but nothing came up. My mind was deadlocked and it’s like I was in show hole or something.

For days, I was pacing around my room, desperately searching for an idea. A few came to mind, but I later decided that they’d be too hard or too bland. Among these bad ideas were a pizza-making game and Pong. There was so many things I wanted in a game- multiplayer modes, secret levels, power-ups, you name it. The thing was, I didn’t know what I could do to combine them all. I didn’t show it, but besides my school work, this was a serious situation.

Eventually, I decided to take a little break for game making and focus more on other things. I gave myself a few days to think, and of course, nothing came of it. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I don’t get it, I thought, why can’t I think of an idea? If I have no inspiration, my brain begins to hurt, and when my brain begins to hurt, I can’t focus on anything! To this day, I’m still waiting to be inspired, but I do keep myself alive by actually playing games. Hopefully it’ll help.

P.S. If you want to play my games, look up “UptownAxe” on Scratch. That’s where they are.

U2-#8: Reflection, Harlem S.

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b2 on
In class, I watching Frontline's "Growing up Online."

  • The show was about social media and it's affect on the people who use it.
  • The most memorable part of the film was when a boy named Ryan committed suicide after being convinced to do it by an online friend.
  • It's very important to watch shows like these in order to understand what to watch out for online.
  • To keep my family safe online, I'll think before I post and help my brothers with it, too.
  • It's important to teach your loved ones about family safety so they don't make the same mistakes as the people in the film.
  • My advice: Let your kids know that you're always there for them and you can help them get through any situation, even online.
Stop Cyber Bullying

Media Fluency- Harlem Satterfield

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b2 on
Tech Slide (1)
It took a while for me to get a good idea for this slide. I wanted it to be a "visual aid" and still say a lot about me. Then, I thought that since I'm fourteen years old, I could write things about me that are fourteen. I choose to make my slide like this because it was one of my good ideas and there were a lot of creative ways to write it. Even though I couldn't find a good image to go along with the slide, I made the best of it.

Who am I Online?- Satterfield

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1. The video I watched was about a boy who was constantly getting bullied. An eye emoji would appear at certain times and if the viewer clicked it, it would make things better for the boy.
2. The results of bullying came to mind when I saw the video. It made me recall past stories I heard of people getting bullied.
3. I appear as a good person. When I look myself, I found my presentations from Prezi and my Facebook account.
4. I think people see me as a young, smart kid when they see me online. Besides Facebook, I'm not on social media a lot so there isn't a lot of that for people to see.
5. The goal of internet trolls is to prank and tease people online by saying rude things about them and messing up their info.
6. A positive factor about anonymity is that no one knows for sure who you are online. However, a negative factor is that if someone is abusing others online, no one can found who they are and thus not be able to stop them. 
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Home Network, Satterfield

Posted by Harlem Satterfield in Technology - Freshman - Hull - b2 on
​The network that my home uses is Comcast, and there's a lot of devices connected to it. There's three smart TVs, three laptops, three tablets, four iPhones, a 3DS, an Xbox 360, and a PS Vita that use Wi-Fi. 

I had an OMG moment a weeks back. All of my family's phones are on a family plan and we share a certain amount of data. They (AT&T) notified us at over 90% was being used, and they said that I was using it all up. If we go over 100%, they'll charge us. To this day, I still don't know why. 

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