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Symone McCollum's Capstone

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Capstone - Block - Wed on Friday, May 22, 2015 at 3:15 pm
Abstract 

This video delves into the history of Black women and how the past contributes to the psychosis that impedes on the value of black female life. With background knowledge from Zora Neale Hurston, Belle Hooks  and Ella Baker, this video is an analytic view of  problems that makes strides towards brainstorming solutions.

Why does Black Lives Matter not mean Black women and trans folk? Why are women at the forefront of freedom-fighting whereas their deaths rarely make national or local news? How can we change this cycle? We can address it, and promote active-agency for young women of their bodies and political personas.

Black women face many, many obstacles and challenges in career, family, and community life. Without a self affirmative attitude, we’d all be dead in the water… the odds are too firmly stacked against us. But, with a sense of self and a graduated sense of self as we progress in life as well as a community of like minded women and men we are unstoppable. Just by being apart of this video and speaking to these educators and students about what WE feel matter just further proves that we are unstoppable.

This video is to boost to the SLA community that we are unstoppable and to be unapologetic for anyone who feels uncomfortable with any ideas and arguments brought up in this video.


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*Note* Screenshot below is to prove that Ive been recording videos vs posting all of the individual interviews on SLATE. The final video will be played on presentation day! 
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Why I Hate Valentine's Day :)

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Storytelling - Rami - B on Friday, May 1, 2015 at 9:38 pm
​Tell us a bit about your digital story, what did you set out to do?

The goal was to tell my viewers why I hated valentine's day so much. I wanted the story to be relatable and easy to connect to and understand. 

How did you accomplish this goal?

I told my story...my unique story. Hopefully one or two of my viewer's could relate. 

What do you hope your audience gains for viewing/listening your piece?

I don't want anyone to gain this new hatred for valentine's day but I do want people to think about how interesting it is for certain relationships to die off or have things die off on you in a short matter of time.  

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I thought you loved me?

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 3 - Pahomov - C on Thursday, June 5, 2014 at 1:13 pm
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By: Symone McCollum 

It was a warm summer day in Funnyton village. The sun set perfectly on top of the hill while the cool breeze blew to ease everyone’s mind of how hot it was earlier in the day. The birds flew in the sky as though they were chasing each other. The stray cats were roaming the streets trying to find a place to stay cool. The kids were playing hopscotch in the street and the parents were home reading books. This suburban area was always peaceful, full of perfect people, and quiet. Little did the people of Funnyton village know that their lives were going to change quicker than they could imagine.

My family was perfect. There’s me, Anna, my mom Sally, my father Steve, my two little brothers Jake and Jaaz, and our dog Kenny. My father is a successful surgeon and everyone in town always goes to him when they feel bad about the way they looked. My mother is a house mom and takes care of my baby brother Jaaz. My mother and father have been married for 25 years. My mom had me when she was 19 and my father was 21. They often tell me that they fell in love the moment they laid eyes on each other.

“I can still remember how your mother looked the first time I saw her. She was wearing a pink shirt, half off her shoulder, half not. She had on these blue high jeans with these gold shoes. Her hair was in a brown curly fro. Her hair was blowing in the wind. When she noticed me, she kept trying to fix her hair after every breeze of wind. I thought it was cute. Man, your mother was gorgeous.” My mother raised her eyebrows as she walked into the room.

“Was?” my mother asked.

“Honey, you were and still are,” he said as he gave her a big sloppy kiss. Yuck! I walked away and went into my room.

I laid down on my bed, plopped my white earphones in and put on my favorite Beyonce song. Suddenly, I heard a big bang outside of my window. It sounded like thee tree outside banged into my window. I got up and went to open the door and crawled out onto my patio. I looked around and nothing was there. Thump! I looked around again and saw nothing. I plopped my earphones back in my ear and was walking back into my room. As I grabbed the handle I felt a hand grab me from behind. I tried to scream but it’s hand was over my mouth. I turned around to see who it was, and it was my boyfriend Mike.

“Jesus Mike you scared the crap out of me,” I yelled. I smacked him on the side of his face playfully and he laughed.

“I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well congrats. How’d you get up here?”

“I climbed the tree,” he laughed. “I know you’re in trouble but I wanted to see you. Glad I got you not to scream before your parents heard us. Can I come in?”

Mike and I walked into my room and he started kissing on my cheek. I’m still a virgin and Mike knows I’m not ready for anything but he tries to test me anyway. Sometimes I like it, but sometimes I just want to talk to him without any of the extra stuff.

“Knock it off Mike. You know how I feel about that.”

“I’m sorry Annie. You know I don’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I was pulling my shirt back up. “What did you come here for?”

“Well... sit down.”

I didn’t know what he wanted to say to me but I kind of didn’t want to know either because I knew whatever he wanted to tell me wasn’t good. Mike can usually settle for FaceTime calls when I was in trouble, but since he wanted to be face to face meant a lot.

“Whelp, what is it?” I asked calmly while plopping on my bed.

“You know those things you can’t control? Like the weather or when your mom tells you no?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Um, yeah. There’s a lot of things we can’t control like how you’re preparing me for this speech but won’t get to the point. What’s going on Mike?”

“Remember when we first met? Up at riverside park. You were walking your dog and noticed me staring at you on the bench? You kept trying to push your hair behind your ear but it was too thick so it just kept sliding?” Mike asked me. He started smiling, so I couldn’t help but to smile back.

“Yes. And Kenny kept barking at you so you got really scared and wouldn’t come up to me.” I laughed. I had to gather myself before my parents came upstairs to figure out why I was laughing so hard.

“I wasn’t scared Annie, that dog is just crazy?” He said while laughing.

“Yeah right. So what is the point of your story?”

“I just want you to know that I love you, no matter what. I will never leave your side okay? And I need you to promise to never leave mine. Promise me, right now Annie.” He looked down at me and his face was serious. His light face now showed cheeks that were red and his eyes now resembled eyes of hurt.

“Did you cheat on me Mike?”

“Dammit Annie! No. Just promise me.”

“I love you Mike. I will never leave your side no matter what. I promise.” I kissed his cheek. “Now, tell me what’s going on?”

“You know how I’ve been in and out of the hospital for months now. And they’ve been doing tests with my heart but yesterday they finally told me that I had a cardiac tumor. You know what that is right?”

I blacked out. This couldn’t be real. No, it can’t be. This had to be a joke. I felt my face go hot not because I was angry, but because I was shocked. My entire world was crashing down before my eyes. The love of my life could be dying! What could I do? What do I say? No...here they come. The water works.

“Babe, stop crying. It’s going to be alright.” He caressed my hand. He kissed my forehead and I decided that I had to get my shit together. If he was strong, I needed to be too.

“What are you going to do? Like what’s the next step? Is everything going to be okay? What did your mom say? What’s going to happen to you?” I started crying again.

“Annie, I am going to be okay. I promise. My mom is fine, she is dealing with it like we all are. But, that’s not all that I had to tell you. I met with this other doctor after I found out the news and he told me something different than my regular doctor.”

“What was it?”

He rubbed his chin. His face turned red and he turned away from me.

“The second doctor, James, told me that there was only one option. He told me that...”

He stopped. I held his hand and told him that everything will be okay. His face was full of tears before I knew it. I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I could easily be selfish in that moment and cry too but it wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about his mother or his family, it was about him. His life was on the line. I didn’t want to push him anymore, so I just laid his head on my chest and let him get it out. He’d let me know when he was ready to.

After he left, I sat on my bed looking up at my ceiling. My ceiling was painted with yellow stars from when I was a child. These were the stars I looked up to when something bad happened in my life. Like when my parents were talking about divorce, my dog died, and when my cat ran away. When I looked at these stars I kept thinking about Mike. I kept thinking of ways I could help, but realized there were none. Maybe I could give him my heart...but then I wouldn’t be alive. I just didn’t know what to do, but I promised to be there for him through whatever, and I’m keeping that promise.

Later that night, I kept calling Mike but he wasn’t answering his phone. My hands were starting to shake. A broke out in a sweat a few times while trying to take a nap and get my mind off of him. Suddenly I got a text in the middle of the night that said “open up.” I ran to my bedroom door as quick as I could to make sure everyone in the house was asleep. I heard my father snoring louder than anything else and knew it was safe to let him in. I tiptoed down the steps and went to the front door. I opened up and he was standing there. His hair looked like he placed acid on certain places because they were going bald. His eyes were red and puffy and his lips were dry. I hugged him.

“Come in,” I said.

He placed his bookbag down at my feet and hugged me. He kissed me on the forehead. His lips felt soft but rough. I held his left hand and with his right hand he picked up his bag and followed me into the house. We sat down on the loveseat and he laid down on my lap. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t answer me earlier, but I wasn’t going to say anything until he brought it up first. He kept rubbed my arm. His hands were soft and moist. I knew it helped him cope, so I let him rub away as I caressed his ear. After about ten minutes of silence and rubbing, he finally sat up and looked me in the eyes. His eyes looked like he was in pain. I tried to look away but I couldn’t. I wanted to know what he was going to say.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I went to go see the first doctor this morning and the second one in the afternoon. I’m just now getting back in town. Neither of them had any good news for me man. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” His face turned red. He put his face into his hands and left it there. I held his thumb in hopes that he would continue his story.

“The first doctor said I have a week to live. We caught the tumor too late in and it was no pills or anything they could do to prevent it. The only option we have besides me just dying is to have a heart transplant.”

“What’s wrong with getting the surgery?” I asked.

“It cost one million dollars Annie. I don’t have that kind of money. My mom doesn’t have that kind of money. No one can have that much money in a week man.” His eyes started to water but I wiped them before anything fell.

“What did the other doctor say?”

“Annie, what I tell you, you can not tell anyone. Can you promise me that?” he held my hand.

I knew something was up, but nothing could be worse than trying to deal with his death if I lost him. If the doctor had any news that could save him, I was game.

“I promise.”

“Well, I went to the second doctor and I went into there scared of my mind. Annie, I’m afraid to die. It’s too soon for me to die. So, when I went to him he told me the same thing as the other doctor but he offered me one more option. He said that I can have someone else’s heart but I would have to get it on my own and the machine. The machine costs $10,000 but he said I didn’t have to buy it if I knew what he meant.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Do you mean...steal someone’s heart?”

He looked at me and grabbed my hand. “Uh, yes Annie.”

I brought my hand back from him. My face got hot. My hands started to shake. I started to get up but he grabbed my arm.

“So who’s heart can you get?”

“That’s the thing. And you can not tell anybody! But... I took Joey’s.”

My heart stopped. Joey was Mike’s little brother. He was only seven. Before I could even talk I started crying. I tried to get up and run away from him. He was no longer the boy I knew and loved. He was a monster! I know he’s sick and needs help, but how could he end his little brother’s life?

“So where is Joey?” I asked while tears poured from my eyes.

“I hid him in the basement. Mom thinks he ran away... I feel terrible Annie I really do but there was no other choice. He was right there.” He started crying. “And you promised to help me out and be there for me. Remember? Remember Annie? I need you right now. I need you to get that machine for me. Please Annie there is no other option. Do you want me to die? DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?” He started yelling. As he yelled, tears poured down from his hazel eyes. I wanted to hold him, but I couldn’t bring myself to. He was a monster.

“You are a monster Mike. You killed your little brother! Anyone you could’ve chosen and you killed him! What is wrong with you!? You’re a monster. I hate you and get out of my house!” I pulled him by his shirt off the couch and tried to push him towards the door. He didn’t put up a fight. He let me. I started slapping his chest crying in frustration. How could he do that to his little brother. And imagine what he could do to me!

“I’m sorry Annie. I’m sorry. But you promised to help me. You have to help me.” He grabbed my arm to stop the blows. He put his hand on my chin and lifted my head up to look him in the eyes.  When I looked at him I saw a little boy afraid of what was about to happen. There was a weakness in his eyes I couldn’t help but to feel for. I pulled my head away and asked him what he wanted from me.

“I need you to get the machine for me. The place is right up the street. They only have one security guard so it’ll be easy to sneak in. I can’t go because I’m becoming weak. I will get caught. Once I get this machine I’ll be alright Annie. Please. All I have to do is put the circular machine on my brother’s heart. It’ll suck his heart into it and hold it in place. Then, I place it on my heart and it sucks my heart out, shoots it on the ground and puts his heart in the place of mine. The doctor said it’s painless. Please.”

He kissed my forehead and held my hand. I couldn’t look him in the eyes though. Now I was stuck. Should I save my boyfriend’s life? Should I report him for killing a child? Would he betray me? Would the machine accidentally take my heart instead? I didn’t know what to do.

“If you do it, it has to be tonight Annie.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t Mike. Please, leave.” I took my hand away from his and opened up the door for him. He bent his head down and turned around. Then, he faced me, kissed me on the forehead and turned back towards the door.

“I never meant to hurt anyone Annie. I love you.” He walked out and I closed the door behind him.

As I laid down in my bed, I started crying. I wanted to know what could’ve happened if I would’ve gotten the machine for him. I would’ve saved his life, but I would’ve been committing and condoning a crime. I loved him, but because I loved him I needed to let him go. I didn’t want to apart of that. I kept thinking about him until my eyes closed. When I woke up the next morning, my mom was sitting at my bed side.


“Mom? What’s going on?” I stretched out across my bed and rubbed my eyes. She sat there with a blank face. Her eyes were red as if she was up all night. Her face was pale.

“Something happened with Mike. Get dressed I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Although I was done with Mike in my mind, I wasn’t done in my heart. I brushed my teeth as quickly as I could, threw on a top and some shorts and ran out my door downstairs. I grabbed my mom’s arm to get her attention because she wasn’t facing me, but she didn’t turn around.

“Mom? Hello? What’s going on! Look at me!”

When she turned around I jumped. Her eyes were now black. Her nose was missing and her mouth had green snake like features coming out of a hole. Her skin was purple and when she opened up to say something to me, it came out as a dry moan. Within seconds, she fell out on the couch. Her eyes closed, she lay there still. I ran around the house to find everyone else. I found my father in the kitchen, laid out across the table. His face was turned towards the wall. When I titlted his head towards me, his eyes were opened but he wasn’t moving. He looked exactly how my mom did, but the snake things in his mouth were still moving. I left his head dangling over the table and ran to find my little brothers in their rooms. They were still in bed sleeping. As I turned around to run and find help, Mike was standing behind me. He looked like my parents, but stronger and taller.

“Mike... what is going on? Did you do this to my mom and dad?”

He started walking closer towards me. “Yes. You hurt me Annie. I had to hurt everyone around you. Your brothers are next, then you.” He kept walking towards me.

“Before you kill us, how did this happen?” I asked, backing away slowly.

“Joey had a a good heart, but I grabbed the wrong machine. The one I took was nuclear and instead of leaving Joey’s heart as it was, it leaked nuclear acid on it that formed me into this monster. If you would’ve gotten the machine for me none of this would’ve happened. I just needed you for one thing Annie. How could you hurt me?” He kept walking towards me while his snake like features were snapping towards me... ready to bite.

Without hesitation, I took the baby’s stroller in the room, swung it at Mike and he fell back. I grabbed the boys and we ran downstairs. Mike wasn’t too far behind us.

“Come back here!” He shouted.

We kept running. I pushed the boys out of the way as Mike kept chasing me. I ran into the kitchen and saw my father had a knife in his hand. I snatched it and kept my body turned away from Mike. When I felt him on me I turned around and put the knife into his stomach. I twisted it  and as his soul was escaping his monster features disappeared and his regular face was showing. When I realized it was Mike and not a monster. As he fell to the ground, I ran.

I grabbed my brothers and we ran out the door and up the street. We didn’t stop running. I didn’t know where we were going. I just had to get out of there. As we were running away the only thing I could hear in my ear was Mike’s voice saying, “Annie...why couldn’t you help me? I thought you loved me?”


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My Father's Keeper

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 3 - Pahomov - C on Friday, March 21, 2014 at 8:04 am
By: Symone McCollum; Fire Stream (Personal Essay) 

I used to imagine what the perfect father would be like. I used to imagine that he would take me to school and pick me up. I used to imagine that he would be more than a best friend, but my only friend. I used to imagine this big husky guy that protected me from trouble and people who wanted to hurt me. I used to imagine that he’d love me until he grew old. I used to imagine him taking me to the park and pushing me on the swings or chasing me in a game of tag. For some reason when I would imagine these things, I never imagined my father fitting any aspect of this “perfect father.”

During my childhood, my father taught me typical things you learn how to do when you’re a child. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to cook, how to run the fastest, and how to use the video player. He was the strongest man I knew, but when my mother wasn’t around he would sit me down and give me four pigtails before school. He was heavy handed so it hurt when he did it, but every time he heard he squeal he would stop and apologize. To me, he was my superhero with a soft spot for his daughter. No bad guy could get to me as long as my father was there. He was my superhero best friend, and I was his sidekick.

Now, I notice that I might have been mistaken about my thoughts on my father. He was the perfect father before, but what’s the “perfect father” title worth when he was only that figure for only one portion of my life? It saddens me that he couldn’t be the man I expected him to be. It’s almost like the man I knew when I was younger was only a figure of my imagination. He would only appear when I wanted him to. Now, he only appears in my memories when I reflect on what I think built me into the person I am today.

As I grew up, I became content with the fact that my father would in my life at one point in time, disappear for a few months, come back and expect things to be normal. For a while, I would allow him to keep coming and going. My mother would try to warn me to not be hurt when he broke his promises of staying or taking me places, but instead of believing her, I would blame her for his absence. I would do this because my dad was my favorite parent because I had the most fun when I was with him. When I was with my mom it was strict and I couldn’t have as much fun as I could’ve with my father. When my mom would try to talk bad about him, I would defend him to the death because I wanted to hold on to the idea that he was the perfect father. Now that I look back, I wish I would’ve listened to my mother sooner. I wish I would’ve listened with open ears instead of closed and payed attention to the person who never left my side. She was my real superhero.

When I reached about age 12, I found out that my father was cheating on my mother. At this point in time, I saw my mom as the perfect parent because I realized that my father wasn’t there for me. When I found out, I told my mother because it was something she definitely needed to know. She then told him, which led into a physical altercation between him and I. I never felt to weak in my life. That, by far, was the most belittling moment in my life. What happened in that altercation is something I will never be able to fully forgive my father for, but I try to forget about it. When he left the house after the altercation, my mom and I packed a couple days worth of clothes and drove as fast as we could to her best friend's house so we could be safe for the night. I remember having to get ready for school the next morning at her house and pretending like none of that happened. I’m pretty sure that all of my classmates never thought that my life had any flaws. I portrayed myself as the happiest person who always kept a smile on her face and a loud laugh throughout the hallways.

At age 13, I found out that my father had a daughter by the woman he was cheating on my mother with. I found out by going to his mom’s house for my little cousin’s birthday party and seeing the lady with a baby in her arms with my father standing right next to them. He called me over and said “Symone, meet your sister Lyriq.” I was in shock. I felt 100 different emotions flowing through me at the speed of light. First, I was happy. I always wanted a baby sister or brother, but I never imagined that they would come into the world that way. I was angry because my father left my mother and I to go create another family with someone else. I was sad because I now had to share my dad with another human being for once and would have another human being called my dad their dad. I was annoyed because my father’s side of the family knew and didn’t tell me. When I met Lyriq, she was one years old. That meant that everyone knew for a year and didn’t mention not a word to me. What made it even worse was that the lady told me that she was pregnant with another child. I couldn’t even swallow the news about the first child, but a second? Unbelievable! But even still, there was nothing I could do to change how my life looked after that point.

As I started spending time with my little brother and sister, my relationship with my dad was almost nonexistent. He wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. He also would neglect seeing and spending time with me in order to stay home and take care of them. I was older, so I understood but I always questioned it. He could’ve tried to spend more time with me, but he didn’t. Even though I knew he wasn’t a good parent, I would always defend him against my mom when she started talking bad about him to me again. She would only do this when I would get disappointed in him not keeping his promises. Her favorite line was “Symone, you already know how he is. I don’t know what you expect from him at this point.” And she was very right. I couldn’t expect anything from him because he was never going to fall through… not even for his old sidekick.

He, though absent, contributed a lot to my spirituality. I am a lot stronger now because of his mistakes. I can endure almost any mental and emotional pain because I know that no one could ever hurt me as much as my own dad did and would continue to do. He failed to be the dad I needed him to be, but I kept pushing him to try. I didn’t cut off ties with him because he was my dad and I thought that the more I pushed him to be there for me, he would. I would act out in elementry school to get his attention, but that would only catch his attention for a few moments and then he would be gone again. What I want is to just have a good relationship with my brother and sister but unfortunately that involves having a good relationship with him too. I would want to tell my dad his faults so he can try to be a better parent, but that would be a waste of my time because nothing would change.

I’m not sure if I can still make change in our relationship because the problems are still occurring. I have not talked to my father since christmas of 2013 and it is now March of 2014. I don’t know any good fathers that could go months without talking to their child. Maybe I never saw a stable relationship between a father and daughter, but I know fatherhood was something my father would never understand and be able to carry out. The only thing I can do now is do everything in my power to make sure that my child never has a father like mine. I pray that I never fall in love with a man like my father because no child should ever have to know what it feels like to have a deadbeat father. I have no intentions on speaking to my father about his issues because talking to him is like talking to a child. All he’ll do is find a way to blame it on me and make himself feel good. I know this because he does the same thing with my mother when she tries to create a change in our relationship. He is who he is and I can either accept it or let him be. I’m tired of accepting his ideas of fatherhood because when he’s around I feel sad rather than protected and loved. I have always had something preventing me from shaking my issues from my father and I think I finally found out what it is...true bliss without him.

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SEPTA Project by: Symone, Sophie, Jaaz & Emile

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Physics - Echols - Y on Tuesday, December 17, 2013 at 5:44 pm
SEPTA (Physics) FINAL
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Taming the case of the serial cheater

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 3 - Pahomov - C on Monday, December 9, 2013 at 10:12 am

“Taming the Shrew” and “John Tucker Must Die”


John Tucker Must Die (2) is a movie about a serial cheater named John Tucker who had three girlfriends from the same school, all at the same time. The only way he got away with it, was due to the fact that each of these girls were a part of different cliques. The girls names were Heather, Beth, and Carrie. Once John broke up with all three of them (at the same time) the girls decided to get revenge. They decided to set the new girl up, Kate, with him in order to break his heart.


Similar to John Tucker Must Die, Taming the Shrew is a play about an aggressive woman and her innocent sister who both are suppose to get married. The little sister, Bianca, can not be married until the older sister, Kate, was married. Kate was not appealing to most men because of her vicious attitude. In order to get the Kate out of the way so other people could marry her sister, Bianca's suitors decided to set up a man named Petruchio with her. The deal was that he would get paid for getting rid of the problem for them.  


The two pieces are similar in the ways they use lies to get what they want, but are different in the goals they wished to obtain. The girls in the movie “John Tucker Must Die” molded the new girl Kate into a person who would break John’s heart because he broke theirs. The suitors in “Taming the Shrew” molded Petruchio so they could get him to marry the older sister so the younger sister was free to marry. Obviously the two goals are very different, but share a common theme of deception in order to get what they want. These pieces reflect how people use honesty and deception in order to satisfy personal needs and wants.


“His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca/ and her withholds from me and other more/ suitors to her and rivals my love/ supposing it a thing impossible/ for those defects I have before rehearsed/ that ever Katherina will be wooed/ Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en/ that none shall have access unto Bianca/ Til Katherine the curst have got a husband (67).”- Hortensio Act 1 Sc 2 (1)


Hortensio, a suitor to Bianca, was proposing an idea to his friend Tranio. The idea was to get someone to marry the eldest daughter of King Baptista. Once the eldest daughter was married, the younger sister could be married. Because no one wanted to marry Kate, the idea of her getting married was slim to none. It was no longer about finding someone to genuinely love the oldest daughter Kate, it was about getting her out of the way. Doing this allowed Hortensio to get what he wanted, which was Bianca.

Similar to Hortensio proposing an idea to his friend, the three girls built up a plan to get what they wanted from their friend.




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In this scene, Heather, one of John’s ex’s says “you know...instead of doing all this, we should’ve just broken his heart.” Kate, the new girl, replies “yeah except that he broke up with all of you (2).” Another ex of John’s, Carrie, says “not everyone.” Then, the three girls look at Kate, hinting that they want her to be the person out of them to break his heart. Unlike Petruchio, in the end Kate actually did start falling for John and was embarrassed about the lies their relationship was built on. Petruchio, on the other hand, took pride in being in control and involved in a relationship full of deception.



“And place your hands below your husband’s foot; in token of which duty, if he please, my hand is ready, may it do him ease (221).”- Katherine Act 5 Sc 2 (1)


In this scene, Kate was giving a speech on how much she loved and respected her husband Petruchio. She was saying how she’d basically do anything he told her to. This scene was very strategic. Viewers believe that she used this scene to make it seem like she really changed into this kind, caring, loving woman when in reality, she did not feel that way. She was simply lying to make it seem like that was how she felt. In reality, she only said it to set her future. She wanted a husband. She wanted this happy lifestyle. By her saying this, she was only deceiving him into building the life she always wanted with any man.


Similar to Katherine, John Tucker strategically stretched the truth in order to get what he wanted from the three girls.



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In this scene, the three girls just found out that John Tucker told them all the exact same thing when they asked about the other girls he was involved with. Heather (middle) started off by saying “I talked to John. He felt bad for you. He said that you were jealous because we share something special. Something that we didn’t have to label because-” and was interrupted by Beth (left) who said “because it’s our unspoken bond and I just love how secure you are-” and was interrupted by Carrie (right) who said “and it it hurts to hear you question it because you’re the only girl for me (2).” John Tucker had told them all the same thing.

Similar to Katherine in Taming the Shrew, John strategically told all of them these cheesy lines. He obviously did not mean it. Like Kate, he saw potential for a better future. Kate’s vision was more family orientated and about genuine love. John’s vision of a better future was being able to have three girlfriends at the same time and have them each believing that they were special.

These portrayals from the book Taming the Shrew and the movie John Tucker Must Die shows that society condones lying in order for people to get what they want in relationships. What these two pieces had in common was that the characters used twisted truths to achieve their goals. In Taming the Shrew, Petruchio necessarily didn’t lie to Kate, but he did not tell the whole truth either. His feelings towards her were forced by the suitors to Bianca. Petruchio was told that he would receive money from the suitors for getting her out of the way so men could try to marry her younger sister. Therefore, their relationship wasn’t genuine. It was a relationship built on lies and forced emotions in order for the suitors to get what they wanted, which was Bianca.

In the movie John Tucker Must Die, the three girls Beth, Heather, and Carrie used the new girl Kate to get what they wanted. John Tucker had broken their hearts by cheating on them and then breaking up with them before they could get full revenge. Their goal was to use Kate as a puppet. They would tell her what to say to him, how to act around him, etc. They wanted her to get him wrapped around her finger and then as soon as he was “whipped,” she would break his heart for their entertainment. Kate was not being herself. She was just a figure built on lies in order to hurt John.
Not only do people lie to get what they want in books and movies, but they do this in real life as well. Whether it’s a teenage boy lying about his feelings to get the to sexual attention of a girl, or a women lying about her love to get money from a wealthy man, people lie. Examples of this are also found in other types of media. In  an article on examiner.com (3), Kim Kardashian’s ex husband Damon Thomas accused her of lying in order to get money from him. The article says that she got back into a relationship with him, in order to finance lavish shopping sprees and extensive plastic surgery. He claims that she never really loved him, she was just in it for the money. Just as Petruchio used Katherine in order to get money from Bianca’s suitor, and how the ex girlfriends of John Tucker used a friend in order to get revenge, this shows that people often lie to get what they want.

Sources cited:

(1) Shakespeare, William, and R. C. Hood. Taming the Shrew. Houndmills: Macmillan, 1975. Print.

(2) John Tucker Must Die. Dir. Betty Thomas. By Jeff Lowell. Perf. Jesse Metcalfe, Brittany Snow, Ashanti, and Sophia Bush. Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation, 2006.

(3) "Kim Kardashian Has a History of Using Men – Part 1 - First Husband Damon

Thomas."Examiner.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 06 Dec. 2013.

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Humanities Final Portfolio 2013

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 2 - Block on Monday, June 10, 2013 at 10:15 am

There’s different sides to ourselves that we don’t really see at a first glance. Those parts of us can be brought out when we create poetry and view things about the world in different lenses. We not only learn about ourselves but we learn sides to people surrounding us and people who are thousands of miles away. Throughout the year, I’ve been able to see parts of myself that I haven’t seen before. Some parts surprised me and some parts led me to believe that there is something inside of me worth searching for and worth continuing beyond Mr.Block’s classroom.


In the duration of our English and History classes, I’ve found a particular interest in poetry. Poetry is a form of self expression and illustrates how identity can be found in anything. I enjoyed reading and analyzing poems but I especially loved creating my own poems. I was able to put myself into my work. I always put myself into my work whether it’s my opinion or beliefs in response to assignment questions, but in the poetry unit I was able to better talk about myself and let my audience know more about me. In my poem uniquely titled “Symone,” I let people see a side of me that they probably didn’t know. When you think of poetry, you think of fun rhymes such as “the green cat swung the blue bat” or something similar, but I learned that poetry is powerful with or without catchy phrases. One line to my poem was “I secretly have an unusual fascination with popsicles in the summertime, fireworks on the fourth of july and sand castles/ I assume it’s because I often find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments.” Cool right? I was able to express myself in a creative way comparing moments that don’t last forever in contrast to what I dedicate my time on whether it’s relationships, friendships, etc. All in all, the poetry unit was the part I loved most about the year. I’ve been writing poetry on and off again but I found a particular spark this year. Poetry is, to me, the best form of self expression. You’re feeling sad? Write a poem. Spilled your milk on the table? Write a poem!

Seeing things in a different lens help create a better understanding of the world. Our lessons about colonization, has led me to learn that we often find ourselves trying to make other places like us because we, as a country, believe that we’re above third world countries. For example, when we learning about Haiti, I learned that we made them kill all of their pigs so none would get infected by the few that were sick. I also learned that we made them change their exchange routines in order for us to cheat them out of their money and live off of their profits, which isn’t fair at all.

I learned that although countries are different from the U.S., their way of doing things aren’t necessarily wrong. They have adapted their ways of doing things and it isn’t our place to try to come in and change it no matter the reason. Sometimes we come into other countries genuinely trying to help, but they don’t need help all the time.

Throughout the school year, by doing the work I’ve noticed that I have changed. I found parts of me within my work, within the problems we inquiry, and within our classroom discussions that ultimately shaped me into a different person. I’m not inferring that I changed as a whole, but I now have a new insight on the world and developed new ways of thinking about them. I’m very grateful for the chance to learn more about the world and identify myself within it. I’ve enjoyed the lessons throughout the year as a whole.





http://www.scienceleadership.org/blog/Journal_Entry-12-20-12--The_Ad-the_Ego
http://www.scienceleadership.org/blog/History_Journal-1-31-13
https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/1tBdtc5AgaeDJnCnISfEXHkVz8sx4dZM3MfDOD4kRqCw/edit
https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/1MjwUuseE5EysVLJcJXT4cbSQTTNvAYqQuqJrWnURc1s/edit

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Journal Entry (12/20/12) "The Ad + the Ego"

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in World History - Block on Friday, May 24, 2013 at 9:17 am
- advertising is a system of education
- sells value, roomace, sexuality
- tells us who we SHOULD be
- can ads really get inside our heads?
- everyone says they're not affected my Ads but they wear the Ads
- exposed to 15,000 Ads everyday
- less about the actual product and more about emotions and lifestyles
- goal is to make you feel unhappy with yourself & make you feel like you need the product 
- sense of what beauty is
- force of persuasion
- turns ppl into objects
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History Journal (1/31/13)

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in World History - Block on Friday, May 24, 2013 at 8:53 am
I believe that destruction of ones property is very beneficial.When the circumstance becomes ungovernable and the people have no other option that's a way to get attention. Once one person starts, other people will follow and make an even greater point. On the other hand though, it is kind of redundant. Let's say burning homes gets the attention of the government and you get your justice. Okay, you get the justice... but what are you left with? Or what if you burn the homes and still get nothing in return? You end up with nothing. 
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"Mi Amor"

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 2 - Bey on Friday, April 26, 2013 at 1:01 pm
The best spanish love song we've ever heard! Original beat & lyrics done by: Isabel McCollum, Santiago Jones, Daniella James and Veronica Pham

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Tito Iba A Escuela, Isabel McCollum y Jules James

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 2 - Bey on Friday, April 5, 2013 at 6:23 am

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Symone's Q3 Geometry BM Reflection

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Geometry - Thompson on Tuesday, March 19, 2013 at 9:49 am
This project relates to the real world because people do this everyday. For example, regular people like the owners of the home do things like meausre dimensions of their doors and windows to figure out ways to improve their home. Someone may want to replace wooden doors with fiber glass or vice versa and they'll need measurements in order to do that. Also, there are people who do that as a profession. There are people how have more efficient ways of measuring a building, but they probably do take estimations using methods we did for the benchmark. 
To me, the most exciting part of the project was doing the manual mirror method. I like figuring things out using ratio and proportions. It was also fun going outside and doing the actual measurements to figure out what the answers were rather than having measurements handed to us. I find it exciting to work on problems on my own and being able to figure if it makes sense or not even though it causes a little bit of aggrivation. It was also exciting working in my group because everybody was doing their parts of the project. 
What I learned from this project is how difficult t is to get exact measurements for buildings. My class only did an estimation, but it just goes to show how hard it would be manually measuring for exact measurements of buildings. Imagine measuring buildings even bigger than what we measured! What I also learned was how to be efficient with my time. In order to do this project, you'd have to have calculations already done in order to move on to the next task and be able to start figuring out how you'll explain your process.
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Crossing Boundaries Symone McCollum

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 2 - Block on Thursday, February 28, 2013 at 9:14 am
This podcast is about the negative and positive outcomes of crossing boundaries in the perspective of a 15 year old teenage girl. The interviewee touches on race, friendship, pride, and the struggle of finding what you should and should not accept. Enjoy. 
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Arab Springs: YEMEN Symone Crystalle and Ron

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in World History - Block on Sunday, February 10, 2013 at 8:58 am

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Language Autobiography 2013: My choice

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 2 - Block on Monday, January 14, 2013 at 9:23 pm
In this unit students analyzed language and it’s pros and cons. Students learned the different themes given by language in broad and were given an assignment to reflect those themes and relate them to our own life and experiences. When doing this project I was stumped at first because there was so much I wanted to say. When talking to my peers and reading stories we were given in class I was able to make a creditable piece of work. My paper focuses on the struggle of “code switching” with my family in the way we talk, sources of control language has and a glimpse of acception because of what the future holds for me. My video shows another aspect of language I wasn’t able to touch on in my paper. My video shows how one man can speak his mind regardless of the situation and people look at HIS language as offensive or subliminal when it had good intention and genuine emotion.



I grew up in a home of verbal intellect and verbal ignorance. The mixture was very well blended, but very hard to manage. I was taught many ways of expression. I was taught that when speaking to someone of importance or older age you address them as Ms., Mrs., or Mr. to show respect. I was taught black dialect and how to use it in my everyday life... but only with the people who looked like me. I was taught when it was and wasn’t the right time to express my feelings. I also learned very early on that the way you say something no matter your tone of voice or creative way you put words together, meant everything. Those words build you. They hurt you and help you. They cause you to judge and are the first way for someone to judge you.

I grew up watching my mother switch from ignorance to sophistication. When she got to work, had to call companies for bills, order anything from someone who lacked color she often fixed her voice. Her “hey girls” and “that sh*t is crazy” went to “hello ms. such and such” and “this is completely absurd and unneeded.” Her “yeah’s” transformed into “yes” and I never fully understood the relationship language played until now. I’ve realized that speaking “ignorant” is just like black dialect. It’s where people make up their own ways of expressing what they want to say, and just because it isn’t standard english it’s considered wrong. We tend to think of sophistication of this standard language. This is what gets people their jobs and helps them make a living. This is what we depend on and accept without knowing the consequences it supplies to people.

I’ve come to realize that yes, the language we speak is one part of our communication, but there are other things that compliment it as well. We’ve got the power to determine how people judge us, but for people my color, I feel as if we don’t. I feel that when we’re talking to white people we completely change ourselves. Our bodies may be loose when we talk to our friends because we’re comfortable, but when that moment comes that we have to talk to someone who’ll judge and prevent our futures, we might stiffen up and become dull. I’ve seen it happen with my mother. She’s one of the most energetic people you’ll meet, but when the times comes for her to consult with someone who lacks color, her voice changes to one of profession and her body is up tight in person.

You could say that I’m truly my mothers child. I code switch just as often but I’ve realized that language can shape you into so many things. It causes you to adapt to things or oppressions you probably didn’t want to adapt to. It can also cause you to be associated with something that does not represent you at all. So you’re stuck. Gloria Anzaldua once said “Who is to say that robbing a people of its language is less violent than war?” She was correct. The larger idea of control is what overcomes the people. People are robbed of their heritage, forced to change to fit the criteria of what “they” make seem correct in all aspects.

It’s like you either have to become part of the oppression or stay ignorant to society. I don’t like the idea of being oppressed or having to prove myself to other people. If I want to say “ain’t” instead of “didn’t” then let me be. It isn’t fair that I have to fix the way I speak to meet someone’s expectations. I don’t want to be judged. I don’t want to betray myself or my ancestors by becoming into this “white speaking” robot that society tried to mold me into. But the reality of the situation is that I HAVE to. If I want to be successful and be able to provide for my family, i’ll just have to adjust to this miscarriage of fairness and continue living my life but speaking the way they want me to. But in that same breath I’ll always remind myself that no one else is like me and that I design myself. I’ll forever have a choice in what I want to say and how I have to say it, but given certain situations I may have to adjust. I love the way I speak and I love the way I can diversitize my language to benefit myself.



Citations:
Anzaldua, Gloria. Borderlands/La Frontera. San Francisco: Aunt Lute Books, 1999. Print.

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Symone's Film Review for "No Country..."

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Digital Video - Herman on Friday, December 14, 2012 at 6:00 pm
Here'e the link to my film review https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/1GEc2tczrTi1fKusXpozvwtpW4PjdVPucLF3XDJOPRys/edit
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Pipeline Monologue Project_Iron

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in World History - Block on Monday, October 15, 2012 at 9:15 pm
We were assigned to make monologues in the perspective of different people to gain a point of view of this thing called the Keystone Pipeline XL. This pipeline is designed to pump tar sands throughout Canada to Texas. Some people think this a very good idea while others think the opposite. I created three monologues to express somewhat of what I thought as well as things I didn’t believe in to give my readers, like you, a chance to be persuaded or to make a final opinion. I hope I was able to help you understand a little better, enjoy!

Monologue #1: Jenna: “NO!”

(Jenna is at a caucus, speaking on behalf of the people in her town. She feels very passionate about the topic, knows her facts, and is very secure when she speaks. It’s as if she’d been studying it her whole life. The purpose of this monologue is for her to sound like she’s stating facts because that’s her approach. She believes people will believe in facts more than they believe in opinions, so that;s what she’ll give them.)

For those of you who don’t know, my name is Jenna Coney and I’m representing all the people in Paris, Texas who can’t find the voice to speak up. (Pause) We the people have to look out for we the people. They’re suppose to have our backs, hell they’re suppose to PROTECT us. What is building a 1,700 mile pipeline going to do? This pipeline is essentially “game over” for us. There’s nothing sustainable about it! (Voice gets louder) They’re using the dirtiest kind of oil with no consideration for the environment we live in.

They’re going to tear away our landscapes in order to make a path for this massive pipe and to get to the oil underground. 1,700 miles of our land, lost people! If we don’t step in and do what we can now, they’re going to keep forcing it on us. They’re going to build the pipeline and start pumping tar sands as quickly as possible and there will be nothing we can do about it. (Walk around desk and look into the audience) That’s not what I want to see happen. We have a chance to fight this. We have the chance to finally stand up and say “NO” and for the people out there who have no voice, or lost their voice in the process of shouting along with me, let us say “NO!” a hundred more times. We won’t have it. We can’t face this pipeline alone and we can’t face it passively. We have to look out for each other and give our planet a voice too.  (Throws paper, walks around desk & exits)



Monologue #2: Franklin: “My way or no way”
(This guy is a CEO of an oil company. He often talks to himself before he meets with the rest of his colleagues to make sure he sounds okay and to make sure he’s secure with his facts. So he’s in his office, sitting at his desk. Talking to himself)

Obama promised to put this economy back on track, but I haven’t seen any progress yet. This pipeline is ready to be built. It’s ready to generate abundant cheap energy from Canada throughout the U.S., so what’s the problem? We need to think about our futures. This pipeline will supply over 20,000 people with jobs. This pipeline causes no threat to our environment, at all. In fact it’ll help our environment and our people. I’m only saying this because I know. I’ve been working for this company since I was 22 and look at me now! I’m 55 running the joint! Our people will be much happier with their lives when their energy is safe and efficient. Who wouldn’t want to see economic growth? Who wouldn’t agree to having our energy secure? We have to think!

Hello? Yes this is he. (shocked) I’m what? (gets louder) My family is what? What did I do to- (pause) I’m sorry about your crops but I have my job too... hello? (hangs up telephone)

I understand how environmentalist see this as a threat. Believe me, I do but I’m the kind of guy who thinks about the people first. (pause/ gains a sarcastic voice) The people being me. I have my benz, my mansion, and all three of my kids in the best catholic school in the country. Why would I ever try to change that? Because some world freaks feel some kind of way about what we HAVE and SHOULD be doing? No! My company will play it’s part and ignore all of the little people because... I like things the way they are. And what I like we’ll just do. It’s so simple.



Monolouge #3: James: “Veggies”

(James is a heavy set hardworking man. He is also at a caucus, just to say what’s on his mind. He isn’t on a particular side at all. But he actually sounds very passionate about what he’s saying)

Let me start by saying that I am not an activist. I’m a farmer up in Nebraska trying to make a living. I’m trying to feed my children but I can’t do that if our resources are at harm. We have to protect our stuff! (Pulls out a map) This pipeline is coming at a diagonal, (his index finger follows the route of the pipeline and makes an immediate stop) and that diagonal cuts right through my land. (Starts to shake his fist mid way in the air) Average people such as myself work hard to keep up with our land and responsibilities. They can’t just force their will on the american people, it’s not fair. When there is a leak in our system, where will I work? How will I provide?

(Pause) Again I am not here to protest and I’m not here to say building it is the right thing to do but I am here because and only because this pipeline is directly effecting me for the worst. I don’t want it to come at that diagonal. I don’t want my life to be ruined by it. I’ve been farming since I was 15. In the hot sun picking crops, pushing mowing lawns by hand before they made these new machines. Where’s my credit at? Where’s my hardwork? Being taken away from me and my family. Today I’ll join you all by saying “no” to the pipeline’s route. But maybe it’s energy can beneifit my home. Be safer, and cheaper for people like me down in Nebraska. (Walks away)


Appendix: I found these six facts the most important out of all the articles I read


  • The pipeline will emit three time more carbon in the air (Friends of Earth)
  • Create thousands of jobs (National public radio: keystone pipeline)
  • Interrupts native peoples’ lifestyle (Friends of Earth)
  • Better to partner up with a neighbor closer to the U.S. than be dependent on another country (PBS newshour)
  • Uses the dirtiest kind of fossil fuel (National public radio: keystone pipeline)
  • 17-18 year contracts that say that they’ll ship over hundreds of thousands of barrels of oil DAILY to meet the needs of the people (TransCanada)  


Bibliography: 
TransCanada:
"Keystone XL Pipeline Project." Keystone XL Pipeline Project. N.p., 20120. Web. 15 Oct. 2012. <http://www.transcanada.com/keystone.html>.

FOE:
"Friends of the Earth." Friends of the Earth. N.p., n.d. Web. 15 Oct. 2012. <http://www.foe.org/projects/climate-and-energy/tar-sands>.



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Quien eres t? Banda: E2

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 2 - Bey on Monday, October 1, 2012 at 9:05 pm
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"Training Day" Review

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Digital Video - Herman on Sunday, September 30, 2012 at 5:52 pm
https://docs.google.com/a/scienceleadership.org/document/d/15y7Vzct4NyCwo__yOFolRbhdalRUf7nsXX_7TQzgZfw/edit
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Descriptive Essay: The Day I Met My Little Brother

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 2 - Block on Sunday, September 30, 2012 at 5:22 pm

I always wanted a baby brother or sister because being the only child got lonely sometimes. I always sat there in my room, playing with my Barbies, but always wanted someone to play with. Of course I had friends my age, but “they couldn’t live with me,” my mother repeatedly told me after my crying sessions when they left. I wanted someone to mess with and blame things on. If I took the last cookie off the plate, I couldn’t blame anyone. It was clearly me. I mean, I loved being spoiled by both of my parents, but my dad wouldn’t want to sit down and have tea parties with me and my stuffed animals, and my mother got tired of it after an hour or so. So where did that leave me? Alone with Mr. Penguin with his overstuffed white belly, and my favorite pink bear with the bright yellow hat that I can’t remember the name of now.

It was hot. Well maybe it wasn’t, but that’s how I felt. I tried to hide the tears that were about to come down by smiling. That always worked. “Cool,” I said. My dad could see that there was some subliminal message that I wasn’t telling him, but he went along with it. I stared into the baby’s big brown eyes, complemented by long eyelashes I envied. He looked back at me and smiled. “Hi Legend, I’m your big sister.”

It was a regular day after school, but I decided to go over my dads for a little while before I went home. My dad picked me up from Broad & Olney and on the ride to his house, he blasted some good ole hip hip in his oversized truck. When we reached a parking spot, he stopped me.

“Symone, I got a surprise for you.”

“What is it,” I said eagerly.

I wasn’t used to surprises from my dad, better yet ones that followed through. He continued into the house, and I followed behind him. The ten step passage seemed like a flight of five stairs due to my excitement. I was cheesing, thinking my surprise was something nice for me. Money, or a new phone. You know, what most kids my age looked forward to. My face immediately dropped.

My step mom was sitting there with a baby in her arms.

“Who is he?” I asked. It came out harsher than I expected.  

“This is Legend, he’s your brother. That’s your surprise.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know if I should yell at him for having ANOTHER kid without me knowing or if I should pretend to be happy. I didn’t know what to do right then and there. I was thinking about his stupid wife for giving birth to the baby without telling me, and him for lying to me. The day my “little brother” was conceived was the very same day my dad cancelled plans with me. Now I could see why.

“Oh,” I finally got out, “how old is he?”

“Three months,” my step mom replied. Then, silence.

I hated my dad. Well, I didn’t exactly hate him but I was really upset and hurt. This wasn’t the first time he left our hut to make a village with another family. I had a little sister too who was one years old. I didn’t meet her until after her first birthday and even meeting her wasn’t intentional. This wasn’t the first time he let me down and this wasn’t the first time I was left disappointed. But I couldn’t play the victim. I had to come to terms that I now had a one year old sister and three month old brother that I had to take care of. That I had to be around because it wasn’t their fault that they’re here, and had to make sure that I was a good big sister to look up to. I’ll never forget that feeling.
I used to think of disappointment as losing one of my Barbie dresses, or Barney getting turned off when it was time to watch football. But I realized that disappointment can stem from the person you love the most. I realized that I can’t play the victim when things go wrong because you’ll have to deal with it eventually. I don’t dislike my little brother and sister till this day. They’re still my little superstars and I hope I can be a good enough big sister to them. I don’t blame my dad repeatedly for the situation, because his reasons for not telling me could go further than what my age is suppose to know. But I love them all. Victims will always stay victims unless they realize that at the end of the day, you have to get over it.
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Chaveliz's perfecta casa diseñado por Symone y Traevon

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Sunday, June 3, 2012 at 9:44 pm
¡Bienvenido a casa de Chaveliz Nieves! Chaveliz tiene quince años. Chaveliz es muy divertida y bonita. Chaveliz tiene un novio y una familia grande. Chaveliz quiere esta el doctora en su futuro. Chaveliz encantas "cheerleading", es su favorita actividad. Ella tiene un perro, y familia de ella tiene dos carros todo. Ella planes para el futuro es ser doctora en la militar y ser en la cuidad. ¡Bienvenido la casa pefecta para Chaveliz!
La casa tiene cinco cuartos, tres baños, dos cocinas, dos salas, un jardín, un garje y un oficina todo. En el primer piso, hay un sala, un cocina, y un garaje.  La sala es grande con moderna muebles. Hay dos sofás grandes, un lampara, un tele enorme, juegos para familia de Chaveliz y un mesa para come. La cocina es muy enorme y moderna. La cocina tiene tres gabinetes para come y mas necisitans, un lavaplatos, dos estufas, un puerta grande, tres sillas, y un nevera grande. La cocina colores es muy muy simple. El garaje es muy simple tambien. El garaje tiene dos carros y dos puertas, un para carros y un para personas. 
En el segundo piso, hay dos cuartos, un cocina, un sala, un oficina, y dos balcóns. En cuarto numero uno, hay un cama grande, un ventana pequeña, tres puertas; un para el baño, un para la casa y un para balcón. El cuarto tiene un espejo y un lampara tambien. El balcón tiene dos sillas y es muy bien para relajan.El cuarto numero uno es muy elegante. En el cuarto numero dos, hay dos lamparas para noche, un cama pequena, un ventana, dos puertas; un para la casa y un para el balcón, un tocador porque no hay guardarropa, y un espejo alta. El cuarto numero dos tiene un balcón tambien con dos sillas para relajan. La cocina numero dos es muy grande y moderna. La cocina es perfecta para familia. La cocina y la comedor es un. Tiene siete sillas en la mesas todo, gabinetes, un nevera, dos puertas, un lavamano, tres moderna lamparas, y dos balcóns porque el grande familia comen en balcón tambien. En la sala numero dos hay dos sofás, un mesa, un tele, un tele tradicional, yun lampara, y un puerta para el balcón. El banño tiene dos puertas, un ducha, dos espejos, un indorno, un ventana. El segunda piso tambien tiene un oficina. La oficina es mas o menos grande y mas o menos pequeña. Hay un computadora, dos sillas, tres lamparas, y tres puertas.
En el tercer piso, hay tres cuartos, dos baños, y tres balcóns. Cuarto numero tres is elegante y moderna. El cuarto tiene un cama grande, un ventana, un teléfono, un mesa, tres lamparas, y dos puertas. Muy elegante colores para el muebles. Cuarto numero cuatro es muy elegante tambien pero cuarto numero cuatro es para un muchacho. Tiene un cama grande, toys, dos lamparas, un espejo alto, dos puertas y no hay balcón. Cuarto numero cinco es muy feo en mi opinión. La colores es muy vibrantes.Tiene un cama pequeña, un mesa, un ventana, dos lamparas, y tres puertas.Baño numero dos es muy feo tambien. La colores es feo gusta el cuarto. El baño numero dos tiene dos puertas, un ducha, un indorno, un lampara, un lavamanos y un ventana. El baño numero tres es muy bonita. Hay dos puertas, un ducha grande, un lavamanos, un indorno, y un espejo. 


La casa es perfecta para Chaveliz. ¡Su encanta la casa!

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SMcCollum Social Justice

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Algebra 1 - Garvey on Friday, June 1, 2012 at 9:46 am
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Las Cazuelas

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, May 23, 2012 at 11:38 am
On May 22,2012 my Spanish 1 class was lucky enough to experience what the Spanish speaking world had to offer up close! We had the chief and preperators from the successful resturant Las Cazuelas come visit us and bring food. We were encouraged to try everything, and the meal was overall delicious! I enjoyed the oppritunity and am thankful for their visit. ¡Buen provecho!

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Opiníon: Me gusta mas o menos 
Unos ingredientes: Pollo y queso
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Nombre del foto: Pollo cazuelas 
Opiníon: Me encanta mucho!!! Delicioso.
Unos ingredientes: Pollo 
Commentaries: Lo recomiendo mucho.

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Nombre del foto: El arroz
Opiníon: Me gusta mucho
Unos ingredientes: arroz 
Commentaries:  Lo recomiendo 

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Nombre del foto: Chuletas Tentación
Opiníon: No me gusta nada
Unos ingredientes: Chuleta 
Commentaries: No lo recomiendo

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Nombre del foto: Sopes de Maíz 
Opiníon: No me gusta 
Unos ingredientes: Frijoles y pan 
Commentaries:  No lo recomiendo

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Nombre del foto: El frijoles 
Opiníon: Muy bien 
Unos ingredientes: Frijoles 
Commentaries:  Muy bien, lo recomiendo 


Nombre del foto: Tres leche 
Opiníon: Muy bien, me encanta 
Unos ingredientes: Leche 
Commentaries:  Mucho leche pero es muy bien.



Nombre del foto: Jamaica 
Opiníon: No me gusta 
Unos ingredientes: Flor 
Commentaries:  No lo recomiendo 
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E1_U9 Symone McCollum Casa description

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, May 14, 2012 at 6:36 pm
La casa es muy pequeña. Hay dos cuartos, y un baño. Un baño tiene un ducha. La casa tiene un garaje con un carro. El sotaño es muy lavar. Hay mas o menos arbols y no hay un flor. La casa es muy bonita. 
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Symone's Negative Space Drawings

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Art - 9 - Hull on Tuesday, May 1, 2012 at 10:23 am
​Negative space, in art, is space where other things aren't "present", as in, you can't see it. I found negative space in my cut out by tracing the original drawing, and cutting those pieces out. When gluing, I found out that every piece had a meaning to it. When I cut out one thing, the "extra" was actually a piece that showed negative space. When I glued it on, the blank space created a shape that made sense to show my picture as a fully grown tree. I also found negative space in my stool drawing by shading in areas that where in between the object. For example, in a stool, there are empty spaces that sort of have no meaning. I shaded in those areas to create and demonstrate negative space in the set up. 
It helps an artist to see negative space because the space that's around the object they're drawing or in between are just as important as whatever they're drawing. Artist love details, and negative space sometimes brings those details to light, and adds character to the drawing. Without negative space, the drawing, painting, whatever, may not make sense. 
I think that negative space does enhance drawings to a certain extent. Negative space enriches the drawing, and creates a better understanding of it. Say if someone is doing a drawing on a lamp, for example. The person may not be focused on the shape of the lamp as much as everything else, like size and color. When you do a negative space drawing of the lamp, the shape of it is more visible. 
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Lindsay Lohan es muy gorda!

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, April 16, 2012 at 7:36 pm
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Perú es intersante, Symone y Bryanna

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, April 16, 2012 at 9:37 am
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Symone's Cuento

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, April 11, 2012 at 12:44 pm

Hay una familia de tomates en un parque de Chile. Hay un papá, una mamá, un hijo, y dos hijas. La familia tiene una casa pequeña. La familia tiene una puma. Es una puma grande. La puma es muy importante. ¡La puma tiene un secreto y problema, a la puma le encantan los tomates!

 

La puma le dice al mamá, “Tengo un secreto. Me encanta tu familia, mucho, pero…tengo que comer los.” 

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Symone McCollum "Touch the sky" by Kanye West: Music & Culture assignment

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 1 - Kay on Friday, March 30, 2012 at 1:50 pm

I’ve been looking up to Kanye West for the longest. He’s so inspirational, and sparks so much controversy. This song illustrates who Kanye West is. He does what he wants, says what he wants, and doesn’t care about the consequences. His drive to say what he wants and get his point across “moves” me, along with his catchy lyrics and deeper meanings to his songs.

Kanye is known to be “the asshole” because he speaks his mind. Some of the things he says people don’t agree with. That’s just how it is. There is no one out there who will have every single person relate to what they’re saying, or even support what they’re saying, and that’s perfectly fine for Kanye in his situation. He has experienced pain and judgment from other people because of it, and apologized when he took it too far, but he never goes back on his word. That’s someone to look up to. Someone who can rap about sex and money, but also have records about diamonds in Sierra Leone, songs about Jesus, and songs that displays how great mothers are. He’s reached out to different genres, sometimes it could be about happiness, sometimes it could be about pain.

The song “Touch the sky” represents the outspoken culture I’m apart of. I’m part of the people who voice their opinion, and isn’t afraid to go against the crowd. I’ll challenge people’s ideas and I won’t just go with something everyone else is doing unless I find it right to me. It also represents the culture of people who have a hopeful future and have something to look forward to. In the song he describes his journey to where he is now, and is a person to look up to. 

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Symone McCollum

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, February 22, 2012 at 11:46 am
Mi nombre es Symone. Soy muy divertida y increiblemente habladora. Por lo tanto, todos los dias hablo por telèfono. Tambien, tengo un nobio, es por que salgo con mi novio cuando tengo tiempre libre. Como si fuera poco, soy basante sociable es por eso que paso un rato con mi amigos a veces. Me encanta ser perezosa, es por eso que despùes de las clases relajo. Soy sùper inteligente, por eso que yo nunca estudio. 
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Who's the REAL bully?

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in English 1 - Kay on Friday, February 10, 2012 at 12:23 pm
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SLA es...

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, February 6, 2012 at 8:06 pm
SLA es pequna sin embargo, pero muy chevere. El tienen mucho actividads tambien. Hay es quinentos estudiantes y veinte professors y proffesoras. SLA es en el centro de la cuidad. Me encanta mi escuela mucho.
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Clase de Español.

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, February 6, 2012 at 8:36 am
Clase: Español
Profesor/a: La Señorita Manuel
Actividades en la clase: hablamos español, leemos cuentos, cantamos, baliamos. escrimos, y escuchamos musica.
Responsibilidades: estar preparedo y prestar mucha attención
Materials: las carpetas, los lapices, los diccionarios, las computadoras, las hojas de papel.
Opinión: Me fascina la español clase. 
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Clase de Ingles.

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, February 6, 2012 at 8:35 am
Clase: Ingles
Profesor/a: El Senor Kay. 
Actividades en la clase: hablamos, escribimos, leemos, trabajamos, y ver lamos videos.
Responsibilidades: Tenemos trabajar duro y ser respetuoso
Materiales: necesitamos las plumas, los lapices, los libros, las hojas de papel, las mochillas, y las computadoras
Opinión: Me encanta la clase. Ingles es magnifica pero estrante mas o menos
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Mi video :]

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Thursday, January 5, 2012 at 2:33 pm
*I spelled gracias wrong, sorry guys :) you know what I meant*
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Mi hermano mayor :)

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, December 7, 2011 at 11:49 am
Su nombre es Octavius. El tiene el pelo negro y liso. Él tambien tiene los ojos marrones.  Él tiene un hermana, una abuela y mas familia. Octavius tiene quince años, y su cumpleaños es cinco de agosto. Él tiene dos perros él encantas mucho. 
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¡Hola Emily!

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Tuesday, November 22, 2011 at 12:50 pm

Querida Emily,

¡Hola! Mi nombre es Symone. Estoy muy muy muy bien! Tengo catorce años, y mi cumpleaños es el catorce de abril. Soy un poquito baja, y muy boba. Soy creativa, inteligente, habladora, y divertida. Soy un poquito deportisa, y muy muy muy simpátic porque no me gusta antipática personas. Soy tambien africano americana. Pero vivo en Filadelfia. Hace muy fresco en Filadelfia, y a veces sol, depende estacíon. ¿Y, tú? Me fascina ir de compras, pasar un rato amigos, salir con mi novio, comer mucho, relajar, y escuchar música. No me gusta nada correr, y leer. Es muy aburrida. ¿Qué te gusta hacer en Maracaibo? ¿Qué música te gusta escuchar?

Añádeme en Facebook: Symone Arianna y sigame en twitter @optimisticly__, Chao amigo!!


Con cariño,
Symone 
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Q2 Media Fluency

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Technology - Hull on Monday, November 21, 2011 at 11:31 am
The size portion of my slide was very important. I tried to make whatever parts of my slide that had text in it, big and readable from maybe about 5 feet away. I tried to make this slideshow as bright as possible. I made sure that all the colors mixed and looked well together, and that there were a few colors and pictures that actually popped out first to the reader’s attention. I also tried to make this slide very visual. As you can see, there are a lot more pictures on here than text, which should better catch people’s attention and keep it. Honestly, if there was a slide with mainly text, it would be very boring and dull. There was a lot of bleeding within the pictures as well. Most of the pictures don’t fit in the “frame” which makes it more engaging, and making the image seem a lot larger. I don’t like empty space, and felt like empty space shouldn’t be on my slide, so that’s why there is none. The visual theme was just basically me and my life, so everything that was put on here had a personal connection with my life.

 

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¡Hola Kanye West!

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, November 14, 2011 at 7:21 pm
Se llama Kanye Omari West. Tiene 34 años. Soy de Atlanta, Georgia, pero vive en Chicago, Illinois. Es más o menos bajo. Es africano americano y muy guapo. Es muy increiblemente bobo y extraño, sin embargo es un poquito antipático. Él es súper talentos, y muy muy muy creativo y inteligente. Le encanta escuchar música y cantar mucho. Tambien, Kanye te gusta escribir y ir de compras. No le gusta ni domir y dibujar, nada nada nada.
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Que es alphabeto?

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, October 31, 2011 at 9:41 am
You need to spell out your company's name to a local business. The trick is, the business employees only speak spanish!!!

A (ah)  B (beh)  C (seh)  D (deh)  E (eh)  F (efeh)  G (hey)  H (acheh)  I (eeeee)  J (hota)    



K (kah)  L (eleh)  M (emeh)  N (eneh)  Ñ (enyeh)  O (ooh)  P (peh)  Q (cooo)  R (ereh)  



S (eseh)  T (teh)  U (ooooo)  V (beh)  W (doble-beh)  X (equis)  Y (eegriega)  Z (seta)

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Tú vs. Usted

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, October 31, 2011 at 9:41 am
​You get the chance to meet a famous spanish teacher from spain. His interest and goals are sooo close to what you want in your life, but you don't know what to ask him, and how. You don;t want to disrespect him either, so you need a guide to show you what questions to ask....

Tú and Usted BOTH mean you, but, when you say tú, you use it towards a peer, or someoneyounger. When you say usted, you use it to someone older, or someone that you want to showrespect to.

Preguntas (Tú) (questions informal)

¿Como te llamas?    (como-tay-jah-mas)      What's your name? (informal)

¿Como estas?         (como-es-tas)               How are you? (informal)

¿Qué tal?                (kay-tal)                     What's up?

¿De donde eres tú?    (day-don-day-ear-es-too)    Where are you from? (informal)

¿Cuál es tu número de teléfono?   (coal-es-too-numero-day-telephone-o)   Whats your number? (informal)

¿Cuántos años tienes tú?     (quan-toes-an-nose-tee-an-es-too)       When’s your birthday? (informal)


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Ay dios mio! Que hace tiempo?

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Monday, October 31, 2011 at 9:41 am
OMG!!!! You're TV got reprogramed and now all of the channels are in spanish. You need to know the weather so you can go out with you're friends, but you don't understand what the weather station is saying ........

El Tiempo (the weather)

¿Qué tiempo hace?        (kay-tee-em-poe-ha-say)      What's the weather like?

Hace (mucho) frió.         (ha-say-free-yo)               It's (very) cold.

Hace (mucho) calor.       (ha-say-ka-lore)                It's (very) warm.

Hace (mucho) viento.      (ha-say-vee-en-toe)          It's (very) windy.

Hace (mucho) sol.           (ha-say-soul)                  It's (very) sunny.

Hace (mucho) fresco.       (ha-say-frez-co)               It's (very) cool. 

Está lloviendo.                 (es-ta-joe-vee-en-dough)   It's raining.

Está nevando.                  (es-ta-ne-van-dough)       It's snowing.

Está nublado.                  (es-ta-new-blah-dough)     It's cloudy.


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Hola mi amigo!

Posted by Symone Mc Collum in Spanish 1 - Manuel on Wednesday, October 19, 2011 at 12:50 pm
​There's an exchange student from a spanish speaking country, and you want to introduce yourself!

You need to know ......
- how to say hi/ start a conversation
- how to ask someone how they are
- pronunciation
- how to end a conversation

Saludos (greetings)

¡Hola!                    (oh-la)                       Hello!

¡Buenos días!        (bwe-nose-d-as)        Good morning!

¡Buenas tardes!     (bwe-nas-tar-dez)      Good afternoon!

¡Buenas noches!    (bwe-nas-no-chez)    Good evening!

Asking someone how they are/ mas saludos(more greetings)

¿Qué tal?                         (kay-tal)            What's up?

¿Cómo estás?(informal)  (como-es-tas)     How are you?

¿Cómo está?(formal)      (como-es-ta)       How are you?



Responses

Muy bien, gracias.      (muy-bee-in-gra-ci-as)         Very good, thanks!

Masomenos                 (mas-o-men-os)                  Alright.

(Muy) Mal                  (muy-mal)                           (Very) Terrible/Awful


Ending a conversation 

¡Adiós!                   (adi-os)                              Bye!

¡Chao!                    (ch-ow)                              Bye!

¡Hasta luego!          (asta-lu-egg-oh)                 See ya later!

¡Hasta pronto!         (asta-pron-toe)                   See ya soon!

¡Hasta mañana!       (asta-man-ana)                   See ya tomorrow!

¡Qué le vaya bien!  (kay-le-va-ya-bee-in)         Have a good one!

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