I knew that I wanted it to be reflective since that was one of the main core values from SLA that I thought gets under valued. After speaking with multiple people about I thought that there wouldn’t be a better way to do this then to have those are the pillars of the school reflect on what they have learned about the school and what SLA truly means to them.

This gave me the Idea for two videos to me made. The first video the I wanted to make would be for incoming teachers to SLA since they are the pillars of the community and need to adjust just like everyone else does. In order to do this I needed to see what it was like to be a part of that learning process is which is why I choose to take a full year of classes with Amal Giknis one of the new teachers coming to SLA this year. Through being her student I saw what big changes needed to be made from the traditional teaching style and how they needed to be adapted to the SLA way to thinking and learning.

My second video would be not just freshmen, but people from multiple classes reflecting on their freshman year. Since SLA is such a vastly different experience from going to school anywhere else I thought that having multiple people give a subtle recap of their freshman year with the challenges and struggles they faced and giving advice to the next incoming class would be a wonderful thing for future freshmen. Another way I wanted to do this was by experiencing it with them which is why I insisted on becoming an SAT to a freshman class to watch them struggle and grow into the wonderful student that SLA produces.

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is difficult sometimes, ya know? It’s like, one minute you're doing everything right then, BAM, you get hit with something outta nowhere, fucking nowhere I tell ya. I guess it all started way back when, if I can even remember what happened correctly. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another, it’s one of those things I just don’t get. Anyway, my name is Jack. I’m from Rome originally, but I moved to the states to find “The American Dream” or the cracked up version of it anyway in college in California.

Everything went well there I suppose, I graduated within the top 10 in my class with a double master’s in Philosophy & Clinical Psychology. I study the mind in order to understand my own. For the longest I’ve been on all types of medication. Mood elevators, Bipolar medication, you name it, I’ve been on it.  My parents didn’t know any better but to trust whatever doctors said. I’ve been taking those medications all my life. I can’t even function throughout my day to day life without them...but man 280 bucks a month on medication is a lot more the I can afford to blow on pills. Anyway thats not the story I’m here to tell...like I said; my memory isn’t the most reliable.

Living on medication your entire life isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when you have skin like mine that looks like a cracking mask. It’s always been hard for me to wake up and look in the mirror. My face filled with craters, dead skin, and pimples the size of tennis balls. This in turn leads to one crappy love life and not many friends. Niko, Hayden and Laura, they get me through anything and everything. They have since our days at the University of Southern California. Best friends for life, Niko and Hayden follow by the book, helping my self esteem and my overall demeanor.

But Laura, oh man sometimes I don’t know how I conceal the words,

“I LOVE YOU AND WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH YOU”.

I’ve had a crush on her since Intro to Psych, freshman year. I could never tell her, every time Niko talks me into almost getting there I chicken out...and end up going home and drowning out my failed attempt in whiskey and meds that I should have taken a week ago. But, there was that one time, that one particular time, that thing that made me the way I am. That light at the end of the road. Even though I can’t reach it.

I guess it all started downhill when I started really paying attention to bills and how much my meds and drinking binges were stacking up. It really wasn’t pretty. But it got worse...one day I came home to see all my shit out on the sidewalk. So I elected to have a chat with my good old landlord, Martin.

“What the hell Martin ? You said I had another week before I got kicked out ? This is bull man” I said using most of the base in my voice.

“I said that last week ya donche, This ain’t the time to be getting all touchy feely, you knew the money was due. So pay up or scram”

After that I started picking up my stuff, because there was no way in hell I had the money to pay him back, I didn't even have the money to front him to make it look like I would pay up. I had just gone into another drinking fit last night after trying to talk to Laura again.

All I could really think to do was to call Niko, so I did. He was at work so of course he didn't answer. Just like every other time it was actually important and not about a girl, well Laura of course. I tried Hayden’s cell but all I got was dead air...so with nothing to do and nowhere to go I just headed downtown. I remember distinctly how the air changed as I got further and further south. The air was thick with the steam curling out of the sewers and the smell of the fermenting trash getting heated up from the exhaust of the many cars parked around. It smelled sweet like cheap Chinese food and booze, but dank at the same time. Almost like mildew and sex.  Honestly it was a crap neighborhood.

After walking far enough and I found a pawn shop, which was actually helpful to me. I still had the stuff I could carry from my apartment with me so I decided to sell most of it. It was all useless to me anyway without a place to live. I made about $200 within an hour which was just about enough to get somewhere to stay. After that I just crossed the street and strolled into a cheap run down looking bar/motel. Convent enough right?

I head in with my money in hand, and slide right into a stool at the bar. I order a Whiskey Sour and wait. Once my drink was handed to me by a less than attractive bartender I downed it. Then another...then another. After I lost count of the number of drinks I had and how much money I had left I felt it. The inevitable effect of drinking in general but especially alcohol. I really had to pee.

Once I got to the bathroom I stood there doing my thing just kinda staring at the wall and I noticed that there was something written on it. It was an address and phone number next to a weird science looking symbol. All that info was boxed in then a sharpied on arrow pointing to another box, with the word “Nirvana” written in it. I took a blurry picture with my phone and figured I’d check it out once I sobered up again. Maybe there was a way to get enough money out of it to get my old place back, or even a new place. Hell I might even be able to turn my life around just enough to get up the balls to talk to Laura for real and not just in my dreams.

I woke up to the sound of yelling and throwing as the bartender kicked me out. So I went to go wandering  around until I found the building that I had the address to this science project. I went to the front desk and asked how could I get it in on doing this project for some dough. The front desk lady told me to take a seat until they called for people. So I sat around Doing just that...waiting. I had been sitting around for about an hour when I was finally told to go to the back room where I would talk to someone about the information I knew, what I could do to help them and of course in turn, what they could do to help me back.

I was told that “Project Nirvana” was a case study conducted by a nearby college. In all honesty it was about getting funding or some other B.S for their science department, I zoned out half way, but I came back right at the good parts. They would be administering a type of virus/inoculation hybrid drug into me once every other week and monitoring my progress or lack there of. So basically, I got a free place to stay, free meals, money handed to me, and a miracle drug that would make me ‘better’. I was so down it I didn't even care to listen to the rest. I signed the release and the waiver, handed over my belongings and got checked into the building’s living quarters; were I would be living for the next year.  

It didn’t take long until I got in the building. After I filled out the paperwork on the spot they handed me a room key and told me the address. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but it wasn’t too crap either. Beggars can’t be choosers right? As I settled in I noticed there were two beds instead of one. My first thought was back to my days living in a college dorm, and all the trouble my roommate caused me. In any case, I was told that  was to keep us socially active while living there, since we couldn’t get cell phone reception in the rooms and the internet was slow as all hell to boot. But not knowing who’s gonna be rooming with you is kinda scary. The thought of knowing they’re going to see you at your best, worst and ugliest is weird. But low and behold who came clutching their black plastic bag through the door with that red hair and sleeve tattoo I could never forget. It was my old college roommate, Jet.

Jet was... I guess what you would think of when you hear “College Party Boy”. Jet was everything in those, coming home super late after the latest frat party and banging back-up quarterback’s girlfriend because he was too scared to attempt the starter’s girl and turning in everything late to every professor. I honestly don’t know how the kid made it through four years at college, or how he even got in the first place since he was the classic kid who the dean hates in every 80’s sitcom. We didn’t really talk after college, since he was going to become the next neil armstrong in biking and take the world by storm...but I don’t think shooting up in the middle of the night really helped him get that far in his pursuit.

“This block 47 A right kiddo? He said to me as he blew a ring of smoke that hit me right in the middle of my face,

“Yeah, your bed’s right over there. I moved all my shit on the other one, it’s down the hall if ya need me,” I said.

“Thanks. Hey wait….. I know you from somewhere don’t I Kid? I swear, were you on the back of a milk carton?” He said, as I saw curiosity from his face for the first time in, well ever.

“Nah dude, last time somebody said that to me was way back in was 2017 when I was a college sophomore or some shit at SC in dorm……”

“Hmmm, wait a sec…. Hold on, holy shit what’s up man? I haven’t seen you since the party days back at college” He said as another blast of cigar smoke hit my face.

We had a little chat about catching up and what we did after college, the usual shit like that. Turns out, a slacker can hold down a steady job at rite-aid and keep an apartment. That is until is your girlfriend throws all your shit out of the window when you have long “meetings” with your boss almost every week. I mean, it’s Jet I didn’t really expect much more.

Everything was pretty smooth for the first couple weeks. You know, treatments, monitoring, physical workups, social activities, diet changes, everything I was told to be expecting. Things only started to get weird after about a month or so. I noticed that most of the other ‘subjects’ that were in my dorm block had either left or been removed from the study as the nurses so politely put it. Why they were removed we were never told, but I also noticed that I saw Jet less and less, and when I actually did get to see him for a little bit he was different. I mean, he was always an asshole, but especially so then. He was always moving really sluggish, and really short with everyone he came into contact with.

Then things just got progressively weirder. The side effects of whatever they were pumping into me started to hit. I got really lethargic and lost all the want and need to eat. I started developing blackouts/fainting spells because of my lethargy combined with insomnia, and time skips to top it all off.  Apparently whatever hormone supplements were in the drug cocktails were warping my brains neurological receptors, making my  brain freak out and in the eventuality deforming it.

Now I still had full function of my brain and body although I still had the skips and no more than three hours of sleep a night.  

“Have you been having any body,muscle, or joint pain as of late?” Asked a looming nurse dressed in a pale pink scrub set, as though a peppy color would distract me from the fact that I had made a mistake coming here. I would look at medication without being reminded of the flowers I had not seen in the new coming spring season in the past 4 months I had stayed in this hell hole. Getting god knows what put into my body; because I thought it was an easy paycheck.

“No not really, still can’t sleep though...can’t you give me anything for that?” I said,  That is really all I could say. Thats all I ever said, ‘no can’t sleep’, ‘no can’t sleep’.    But this time I needed to say more, I needed to hear what my barely sober self had not bothered to pay attention to not even a year before.

“Look, I was really out of it when you guys explained exactly you would be doing to me, so would you mind telling me again, reiterating if you will, what it is you are doing?” I said

She never answered me herself. Instead she tore a piece of paper off her little notepad and scribbled down some numbers on it. They looked random to me, like she was just pacifying me or telling a child a story to pass the time...like I was really just a number on a page, an appointment, a paycheck. After she left and I went back to my room in the dorm I took my time to go call the set of numbers I was handed. It rang for a while then eventually a machine picked up. But it wasn't really a machine, just a human recording.

“The purpose of ‘Project Nirvana’ is to figure out the correct cocktail of drugs to create a super soldier or highly advanced human. This may consist of warping the pain receptors in the brain, physically augmenting the body’s form or general makeup, or even hormonal supplements. In short the task is to dehumanize humans. This project will go on for a year, at which time the facilities will be sanitized and removed.”

Still not understanding the full picture I went back to my room and flopped on the bed. After about ten minutes I noticed I was laying on something, paper, small, pointy...mail. I opened one after another little spam mail envelopes, then I got to the last letter, addressed from Hayden. He was telling me to take it easy, brush my teeth and take my meds, which I hadn’t been doing since about exactly the night I was thrown out of my apartment, but I figured it didn't matter and he was just trying to mother me like the friend he was supposed to be.

About 3 months after that I was really tired of the poking and the prodding, the questions and monitoring. I just wanted it to get out of that place, so I packed my stuff and headed for the door one night.  I got about halfway out the door when security got there and tried to take me back to my room.

I was kicking and fighting, until I felt this calm wash over me. I really didn't need to work as hard as I was, I could kick ass without even breaking a sweat. I punched one guard, then another. Once they stopped coming at me the only one left standing was the administrator that checked you in and out. She was slouched against the wall and wouldn’t look at me. So I picked up my bag and walked away.

I walked through town, and it was completely empty. Probably because it was pouring rain and freezing out. A late autumn rain. I walked until I reached Laura’s apartment. Then I walked all the way up the stairs until I got to the landing in front of her door. I had just been through hell, getting all types of random shit put in my body and basically being held prisoner for almost a year. I was above having butterflies for my best girl friend.

Eventually I got up the courage to knock on the door and wait for her to come answer. As soon as she did I knew something was wrong. Her face twisted up into a play dough mound of terrified and disgusted and her eyes looked frozen in place. Then came the scream...and it all happened as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, or what’s left of me.

Teion Ensley-Ellerbe

Fire Stream

It’s difficult for just one person to make a change in their life, let alone the lives of those around them. However, myself being the 2nd of my siblings to try to earn a college degree is doing just that. High school is not easy, especially when you transfer to a new school your junior year. The time that not only most people look at as the most important year of high school but the most stressful. During this time everyone is doing something different, trying to make themselves look like college material since for most students it’s the next step in getting that all important job that will land them in cushy living for the rest of their life. Overall, I know that the choice I end up making will affect the rest of my family for years to come from the adults to the younger siblings who look up to me.

This is where I currently sit in my life,  however, when this should be an exciting time in the life of any teenager living out his youth and having as little stress as possible for myself it’s the complete opposite. In addition to starting a new school and perhaps a fresh start my year has been plagued with the worst of the worst. Since the start of Junior year, things were looking up but this quickly changed. After finally getting into a school that accepted me not due to my test scores but due to my personality and what I could contribute to the community, I got into a SEPTA mishap before the start of the year. I was accused of not paying my token after leaving a band practice in the Northeast even though it was on tape that I had paid. This mishap lead to my family paying 200 dollars out of pocket for a class to get rid of the citation,  started what i now know as  my Junior year. A year of downturn and struggle I didn’t expect to get from going to a new school or a fresh start. It hasn’t really been a great year to remember so far.

Shortly after the citation was issued, I was shocked to find out that my father was cut off his unemployment checks after only receiving them for a short amount of time and while he was actively searching for a job. Considering the fact that he doesn’t live with me, I didn’t see how much that would change my situation, but sadly, this individual action would affect me. However this is set in motion a chain of events that would shape the year for me greatly. After this, it fell solely on my mother to provide an entire house with 4 people in it. Myself,my mother, my younger sister and my oldest brother who also lost his job and didn’t have any intention on trying to get a new one. This set back what I’ve been wanting to do with my college life. Instead of thinking about where my grades would allow me to go, I’m constantly thinking about how much it’s going to cost my family day in and day out pulling my hair out over the situation I even considered attending community college just to save the money which I vowed never to do after the way CCP had cost my family so much money and not giving my sister credits when she graduated.

At this point in my life I am at the ultimate crossroads, making bigger decisions that will not just affect me but many others in my life. I have been offered  the opportunity to pick up an extra job at 2 food restaurants in order to pick up the extra slack that my brother or father could be covering. This would come extra hours taken away from my school work, such as this essay. Considering the fact that the rest of quarter three and all of quarter four will determine my new GPA which had to be converted from my old school will definitely see a change in my grades. If I continue to focus my efforts on just school, I have no doubt that I will end up in college earning a degree in something that I will spend massive amounts of time on. The only problem is, I can by no means pay for this all alone. I would need my parents and families help to pay for it. I’ve never really gotten anything or honestly been able to count on my father’s side of the family just off of the fact I am never really around them and it’s awkward when from. My mother’s side it would be struggle since everyone is so proud that my older cousin got into Bloomsburg University and is currently there as an Undecided major. Asking them to help would be asking them to split their funds down the middle, and considering the fact they just throw her money and care packages whenever she wants or her mother asks it would be next to impossible to get anything.

So those are my two main options putting my parents through more and more stress, mostly my mother to help me pay. or start to put some school on the back-burner in order to be able to afford a liveable life and not have my parents be so stressed. This is at least how I see it through my eyes as the individual. Either one of these options will cause a ripple effect on my family. Not necessary for myself for my younger sister since she has definitely decided to not to go to college believing that my parents will take care of her for the rest of her life. This will effect my younger siblings the ones that my sisters have that look forward to college who are in younger grades looking into high school’s such as SLA. Although they don’t know much about the process they do realize that it costs and costs a lot of money that we simply don’t have. In addition, to that my younger nephew doesn’t want to go to masterman because of the fact that he doesn’t think he will have the money to be “up there” with his peers in middle school and in High School. It’s one of those sad things that a younger child should never have to worry about. He doesn’t want to feel like he’s less inclined or anything less than his peers just because money is a little bit tighter on his family then his classmates

Overall, I think that it is difficult to make a change individually you must find something you want to change then make a commitment to that certain thing. The unknown part of this is how it will affect other people around you. For me it’s simple, the classic go to college or work to help story of every high schooler that doesn’t have the GPA of a Harvard accepted or the greatest test scores in the world. But what I do know is that no matter what i decide it’s going to have a ripple effect on the rest of my family. Whether that be good or bad is up to speculation of the person who is viewing what I’m doing. The thing is, no matter what I do it’s gonna help someone in the long run. Whether that be myself for the guy who is getting the food from me has yet to be seen. But who knows, I always have time, right ?

Hola, mi nombre es Teion. Soy estudiante de Science Leadership Academy. Está en Filadelfia es muy frío a partir de ahora. Está cerca de café y es el centro. Hay cinco pisos en la escuela y hay muchos de los estudiantes en la escuela. Tenemos pista, béisboll y otras cosas. Tenemos ultimate frisbee, que me gusta.Participó en ultimate y lacrosse porque es muy divertido.

Tengo inglés,salud,historia,álgebra dos, el video y la física. Mi favorita es video porque es creativo y muy divertido. Para Tener éxito el libro, la computra, Cámara y el marcador . No me gusta álgebra dos porque es muy difícil y no entiendo mayoría del tiempo. Para Tener éxito necesitar trabajar duro y estudiar el estándar. Tenemos que leemos y hablamos.

El señor Best enseña bioquímica,  pero más o menos to estudiante. Sr. Best es cómico y le gusta diverto, y como si fuera poco es mi consejero! Su clase es muy facil, tambien Para tener éxito una computadora en la clase. El Señor baird enseña historia y el ajedrez. Sr Baird es cómico y inteligente es un buen profesor. Es calvo y tiene ojos marrones

Teion Ensley-Ellerbe

Fire Stream

12/5/13

Think Like Man, Be Compared To A Shrew

Comparing “Taming Of The Shrew” To “Think Like A Man”

In every parents life there comes a time when their child is going to want to date, and even get married. In shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew” the father Baptista has a rule with his daughters saying the younger daughter (Bianca) will not be allowed to marry until the elder daughter (Katherine) is wed therefore making it demanding to want find Katherine a husband so that bianca can find her own. In the 2012 film “Think Like a Man” when Michael begins to finally date an older woman named Candace all seems to be going well until she meets his mother Loretta, who skeptical of candace due to the fact that she is a single mother. Using this regard to deem her “not good enough” for her son, like she has done for every other girl that has been with Michael in order to keep her baby boy & not losing him to another woman. Although the play & the movie have clearly different motives they both share the the theme showing that parental involvement play a major in the love choices that their children make sometimes changing them completely. This can also later reflect in the choices their child would make while in the relationship, such as values and self esteem towards suitors and what they are willing to accept.

Since both parents are involved in their childrens dating their motives seem somewhat similar. As Baptista’s motives are to simply what will most profitable for himself & the family fortune in Bianca’s case. However Loretta’s motives stem from her not having a man to spend her time with in her life thus wanting to keep her son around not deeming any woman good enough for her son ultimately because she doesn’t see what she could offer. While both parents attempts to deter the suitors of their children and provide something they do so in different contexts to both better himself standing & in their opinion their child's. Both of these texts show that parental involvement can make or break a relationship standing with the suitors ultimately affecting the relationship drastically for their outcomes entirely.

“Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this strife.

'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both 1195

That can assure my daughter greatest dower

Shall have my Bianca's love”

(II,1,1178)

In this scene, 3 the three suitors of  Baptista's younger daughter appear before him & have begun to argue over who should whoo bianca in the end. Baptista quickly steps in to the disagreement between the men and offers the solution that only person who is allowed to win the fair bianca must offer him the best deal to him. In turn while doing this without taking Bianca’s feelings into consideration whatsoever which quickly contrasts with what was said earlier in the play stating that his daughter Katherine, had to be in love before she had gotten married even though she had no suitors due to her shrew like behavior’s while bianca has three. This adds in a laughable element that makes the audience think why is different who the one who has men wanting to be with her ?

In “Think Like A Man” Loretta has found a different way to deal with her son’s suitor

In this first meeting between Michael’s mother and Candace there is immediately tension between Loretta and Candace as she quickly “grills” her on where her baby’s father is, whether is in jail. Sensing the Situation, Michael quickly asks for a tour of the house to maybe lighten the mood. As seen in the screenshot, Michael and Loretta pull away from Candace leaving her completely in the dark as they go over memories with Michael complying and going along with her. This, in turn deters from the real situation at hand which is the fact that michael is supposed to be getting candace more comfortable around his mother, instead what this has done is create Competition between the two for michaels attention and number one place in his life. This battle, ultimately being one by the mother which she even states “Sunday Nights have always been for his mother, and they always will be”. This, in comparison to Shrew is a very different scenario to how the parent deals with the suitor but ultimately gets to the same result. Both Parents have begun to alter the relationships that their children are in and have affected them drastically. For Baptisa, he has chosen to only let be bianca only be married off to the best deal for himself and the rest of the family not letting her get the chance to know the other two men and whether she likes them or not. For Loretta, she has begun a competition for michaels attention in his life for the number one woman in his life, drastically altering how much michael and candace’s relationship may be able to progress since it’s now a competition.

“What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep, 875

Till I can find occasion of revenge.”

(Act II, Scene 1, 875)

In this early scene in taming of the shrew after Baptista has found the older sister Katherine messing with the younger sister Bianca for simply having suitors while she has nothing. Katherine complains that Baptista has some bias towards Bianca and that she is favorite daughter due to the fact she has suitors and is seen as a better person, and in essence can’t compare to her. In addition, this makes Kathrine feel as though she can not compete with her younger sister. Since her sister has suitors falling at her feet and her father has only apparently been showing Love towards her she cannot compete with her sister since she is made out to be this overarching shrew that no one could love or even get along with long enough to try to date. This sets up the irony later in the play that she ends up with a man who eventually “Tames” her and ends up being her perfect match. This reinforces the fact that parental involvement in part of the relationship with their child can affect how the child goes into relationships. In this particular case, this makes Kathrine feel unwanted by even her own father, this goes into her self esteem later in the play when dealing with Petruchio since he is the first man to actually show some type of care, even though it’s cheesy, it’s something for Kathrine which she has no choice but to accept.

The Effects of Parental involvement and favoritism are even seen today in today’s life such as in think like a man

(Had To Use 2 Images To Fully Capture The Emotion)

After picking up Michael’s phone, thinking it’s his work Candace discovers that Michael has never fully put as the number one woman in his life in front of his mother & stop being a “mama’s boy” and beckoning at her every call. Candace then confronts michael stating that she refuses to compete with his mother any longer and that if he can’t put her and her son Duke as a priority in his life instead of his mother then he needed to leave. Candace’s reaction to the fact that she has never truly been the number one woman in the life (as seen in the first photograph) only reinforces the the point that parental involvement can negatively impact a relationship there child may engage later. In this specific instance, because michael is so wrapped up in helping his mother & being with her as much as possible her ends up neglecting and lying to candace in order to keep both parties happy. This calls into question not only michael’s values to see if he fully committed to his relationship or his mother, due to her constant involvement in all his other relationships, it’s second nature for michael to immediately put his mother first instead of beginning to grow up.

Although things work out in both “Taming Of The Shrew” & “Think Like A Man” for Katherine & Michael/Candace this comes back to drive home the point that audiences want to see a happy ending. Petruchio ends up not having that many concerns with Baptisa in “Shrew” because, his parental involvement complies with Petruchio so that he can marry Katherine. Michael on the other hand, comes out with a new sense of pride after finally realizes that he is a grown man and that he must put his focuses in other places, instead of his mother no matter how much she try’s to take up his life time. Overall, these movies show that society feels like dating can be a lot of things, from over dramatic and complicated to a very simplistic with minimal things interfering. Society has many definitions for many things, dating has so many separate meaning for many people for parents, it means the losing of their child and their innocence as well realizing that their child is growing up to be what they want or not, they come to terms and accept it, some better than others. Dating in this society is simply a stage of maturing, growing up and finding yourself as well as someone who can suit who you are and your needs, this is seen in Both “Shrew” & “Think Like A Man”.

Bibliography:

1. Shakespeare, William, and Thomas Goddard Bergin. The Taming of the Shrew;. New Haven: Yale UP, 1954. Print.

2. “Think Like A Man”.Dir.Tim Story.Prod.Will Packer.2010.