Monday, December 16, 2013

Mood Space Response

Orange room:
      The orange room was very dark the walls were draped with blue sheets that made the room look darker and smaller. All of the lights were off and there was only one candle burning this made the room look cold and lonely. This room seemed to evoke the mood of depression and there was sad music playing that seemed to further the depression mood.

Design space:
       I'm not really sure of the mod that this space evoked but I think that it was showing crazy. Isabella was wearing the hat of the jester and she was laughing as she told the story about a gardener who died in the space. It was crazy there was all kinds of stuff going on there were three different things going on and I was kind of lost, so I think that it was tring to relay crazyness and chaos.

Green room:
       Julian was jumping all over the place and I think that he was showing happiness and excitement. There was candy that he gave to people, the lights were on and bright and he had smoky faces. He was jumping around while he was playing the "happy and youknow it" song.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Journal TFA 3 12/1

Question one: what is going on it this passage?
      The passage (1129-1234) is mainly about three characters: Ezinma, Ekwefi, and Chielo. Ezinma is the daughter of Ekwefi, and Chielo is the priestess of their clan. In this passage Chielo is doing her usual thing where she communicates with Agbala (one of the gods), she says that Agbala wants to see/meet Ezinma, so she leaves with her and goes off into the hills, chanting away. Ekwefi starts to worry about her daughter and so she runs to catch up with Chielo, but she stays behind them and follows them for a ver long time they go to the furthest village in the clan and then turn arround and walk back in the detection of home, but they stop at a cave and go in, Ekwefi is afraid to go in but she waits out side because she is afraid for her daughter, she waits for a really long time then Okonkwo comes and tells Ekwefi to go home and rest and he will stay and wait.

Question two:  Discuss Chielo's role in the community and also what do you think she is doing with Ezinma?
      Chielos role in the community is mainly the role as the priestess for Agbala, she is respected, honored, and valued. I think that she is taking Ezinma with her to see Agbala because Agbala asked to see her and that is not something that is unusual it seems, no one seems to think it is odd when she asks to take Ezinma with her. However that seems to an illogical assumption because Ekwefi seems to get really nervous, but I don't know if that is just because she has never had that happen to her before of if it was that maybe because Ezinma was sick, I guess I don't really know what Chielo was doing with Ezinma but I put what I think it might have been above. 

Monday, November 25, 2013

I chose a painting called "our lady of the angels". This painting evokes a mood of lightness and brightness. They use alot of light colors, creams, pinks, and yellows that make up the clowds. Then there's the halo around the Madonna and child the gold pigment that makes up the gold seems to radiate around the heads of the two. They are both surrounded by angels. This painting invokes a mood of happiness for me. Baby Jesus in the paing has his arms outstretched as if to embrace the people who are viewing the painting.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Vocabulary for 20/11

"Why heed long bleeding Cuba,"- line 3, Black Mans Burden
"Your new-caught sullen peoples," - lone 7, White Mans Burden
"In patience to abide," - line 10, White Mans Burden
"No tawdry rule of kings" - line 26, White Mans Burden
"Te lightly preferred laurel" - line 51, White Mans Burden
Heed: to nottice and pay attention to
Sullen: not happy mood, depressed, sad, sulky gloomy
Abide: to obey
Tawdry: fashion jewelry
Laurel: shrubbery with dark green foliage

Journaling for 20/11

I don't really see ow the two poems, "White Mans Burden"(wmb) and "Black Mans Burden"(bmb) are related other than the fact that they have similar names. They end compleatly differently, womb seems to end on a more dramatic note and bmb ends with something that sounds like it would be at the end of a funeral speach the two are "with honors holy breath" - bmb, and the other is  "the judgment of your peers!"
The bmb says "pile on the black mans burden" and the wmb says "take up the white mans burden" I think that this shows how back when these poems were written that the white man was more in charge and the lack man took the lower position. It seems to me like the poems are saying the white man just puts his burdens on the black man for him to carry as his own.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

My Scarriest Moment

My older cousin Marissa convinced me that it would be fun to go to a haunted house with her and her friends. Little did I know that the reason she wanted me to go was that her mom, my aunt, told her that she could only go if she had an adult to go with her. Marissa approached my mother asking her if she would take her and my mom said that she would be fine with it as long as I was fine with going. Long story short she got us out to Phobia ( the haunted house) when we walked in Marissa told us she and her friends wanted to go to the clown phobia haunted house first. We made our way over there and I was 10 at the time this all happened, I had no idea people were scared of clowns, we went in and the first thing I saw was a clown with the usual outfit, the only difference was that it was covered in fake BLOOD! I freaked out and had to stay behind my mothers back the rest of the way with my eyes squeezed shut. When we made it out my mother announced that she needed to use the restroom, so we went in the direction of the porta potties. As we walked along there were workers in costume out side of the haunted houses scaring people who didnt expect it. There was a clown that I didnt see that jumped out from behind a false wall that was in the middle of the walk way for some reason. The clown jumped out and I freaked out it was closer to me than I thought and when it jumped out I screamed and, my arms shot out, and I started scratching the clowns make up off before I realized what was happening. When I realized what was happening I stopped and my mother made me apologize to the clown. We finally made it to the pita potties and we waited for my mother to finish up there, was another false wall in front of the porta potties that no one noticed untill my mother came out and started walking towards us when she was about to pass the false wall the clown jumped out and screamed BOO at her she just about screamed her head off. It was so funny and everyone laughed for the rest of the night about it. When we went home that night I jumped at every sound and thought that things were moving when I looked away I was so freaked out and I thought everything as out to get me. I haven't been to a haunted house in 6 years scince then.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

ELA 10/9/13. (Journal)

Journal:
       I did not know that houston had its own port, when people talk about ousting port I always think       they're talking a it Galveston and they just call it houston. I never knew that we had our own port, but apparently we do it was what is now called buffaloe bayou. I didnt think that the bayou was big enough to fit ships through but they transported cotton through there, because they were afraid to ship from Galveston. Apparently they thought that Galveston was going to wash away because bad storms kept hitting and ruining the things that people had built down there 
       Another thing that I didnt know about houston is that when we integrated we were peaceful for the most part the press didnt get to have a field day. There were no walk outs or sit ins, we got the press to give us 12 days to work it out and we did. Houston was successfully integrated with little to no problems, people might not have been very happy about it but it happened successfully.

Friday, October 4, 2013

Hope



"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
                                         - Emily Dickinson,