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Transcript: Using a computer to complete projects How to write MLA formatted essays Communicating effectively Completing presentations Public speaking I told myself I wouldn't be one of those crazy teens.... I didn't know, just how crazy it would be. Academically, it did get frustrating. The homework I hated most... But i was expecting impossible, so it wasn't unsurvivable Web 2.0 Tools-Prezi, google docs weebly, mail Microsoft office tools-Publisher, word, PowerPoint windows movie maker and photostory Effective communication via email and chat Useing scanners and printers simple trouble shooting Using online newsources or school I'm am creating this storybook as part of something called BASE Project. Eighth grade shadow day, the first thing someone said to me, was a question. "Why are you so smiley" At the time this question seemed ridiculous to me, why wouldn't i be. Why would you not want to take every moment of your life and make it a happy one? So I answered with a smile, shrug of my shoulders "Do i need a reason?" Another question, "What grade are you in?" "8th" "Ohh......" and with that she walked away and i never saw her again. I wanted to go against every stereotype, I wanted to prove something to myself. I'm still trying. Not to be defined by the crowd around me. I'm myself, just me. Not a freshmen, tom boy, girly girl, geek, popular, jock, crazy teen.... I'm just me. So, i like football, basketball, plays, shakespear, ballet, music of all kinds. I love wearing dresses and heels but i also love ripped pants, ripped shirts, wild colored hair dye, black leather boots, tennies, tank tops, sun dresses, short shorts, jeans, work boots.... i could go on forever, well not literally but hey, i like most styles I've come across. A kid in a candy store, how to pick? For me the answers easy. Don't! so what stereo type am I? Weirdo, i think is the closest i think anyone's ever come. Why is that a bad thing? Exactly! It isn't. High school, Happy then sad then angry at the world then the feeling that i'm barely hanging on, metaphor- in the dark hanging above pit certain death waiting for me at the bottom, the only thing holding me up my sore hands clinging to barb wire, hope and my refusal to give up was my last reserve of strength, then i was just waiting for the end knowing i could make it but too tired to keep up an act. Now I'm here the worlds not easy or fair and I'm just pushing to get my future and to make the best of every day i get. So if you can take something away from this just know, "you only live life once, so live it to the fullest." - unknown My Story Book I was born 1:01pm, April 9th, 1997. It's been a little while sense then, i'm in high school now. I've watched the world change and grow, its hard to believe i've only been alive for 15 years. Life has been lets say "interesting" so far. I have been hurt i have felt joy. The main causes of these feelings would have to be the people around me, the people I would do anything to protect "from others and myself" no matter how much they hurt me. At the moment life is crazy. Pushing past unruly hormones, i'm just trying to build my future. How Difficult Was Freshmen Year Mr. Oates, Taking effective notes Completing tasks by an assigned due date Working under pressure Learning concepts online Using my creativity to complete assignments Applying my life to learning 21st Century Learning Using a computer to complete projects How to write MLA formatted essays Communicating effectively Completing presentations Public speaking Life and Career Skills Learning and Innovation Skills Information, Media and Technology Skills Dedicated to, my little brother By, Renee Arthur As crazy as you are, I can't imagine my life without you. About the Author Tech 9, its been an interesting year. I loved making posters and playing on prezi, daily journal had to be my favorite activity. The base project was a pain, the people were crazy but that's all part of the fun, It took me forever to adjust to google mail and I hated it when you would lock computers... Over all the year was crazy, but i had fun. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone next year. Sincerely, . Renee Arthur The End June 7th 2012


Transcript: "Hola Senor Sancho! I finished polishing my boots and was out for a run when I caught a whiff of your award winning salsa!" Enrique said quickly trying to push his way in. He was putting the jalapenos in a bag when Nina the owl flew by As the hot Mexican sun beat down on Senor Sancho his friend Enrique the roadrunner shot by "Hola Senor Sancho! What are you doing?" As he was plucking tomatoes from the tomatoe plant his friend Sonya the scorpion Enrique shook his head "Well fine, then I'll get them myself" and with that Nina fluttered away. Going back to check on his salsa her heard another knock at the door. Enrique stopped and ran back towards Senor Sancho Senor Sancho hurried inside to start making salsa. Senor Sancho sighed, "Then i guess I'll do it myself" And with that Enrique scurried off Once he paid the merchant for his jalapenos, Senor Sancho trotted down the dirt trail toward his house to pick onion from his garden. He was making his salsa for a party for him and his friends. Nina shook her head, "I am sorry Senor Sancho, but I have to practice my dance for the parade tomorrow" “We are not good friends..” Enrique said sadly “It’s alright my friends! Apologies accepted! I almost forgot the reason I made this salsa,” senor Sancho said smiling to his friends "I am picking fresh tomatoes for my salsa, would you like to help? " So he hurried off to the community garden to pick fresh tomatoes Senor Sancho huffled, “Yeah, so sorry!” Nina chirped. Senor Sancho smiled, "Hola Nina!" "Hola Enrique" Senor Sancho smiled. “This salsa was made to be shared with friends in tomorrow’s parade,” Senor Sancho said sadly. A storyline by Hannah Garcia There lived a donkey named Senor Sancho He scuffed his hoof on the dirt road in order to get Enrique's attention And with that, Senor Sancho’s salsa was better than ever. He heard a knock at the door “Senor Sancho we are so sorry for not helping!” Sonya said. I need to hurry up and make my salsa!" Said Senor Sancho "Very well, I will pick them by myself" Pouring his now finished salsa into a bowl he heard one more knock at the door. "What are you doing?" When he was finished Senor Sancho galloped over to the market place to purchase spicy green jalapenos That’s when senor Sancho gathered up all his friends in his home that evening Something was all wrong. Senor Sancho frowned He chopped and blended and stirred util it was all done. Sancho was finally all alone with his salsa. He found a chip and ate a bite Senor Sancho's salsa “Hola senor Sancho! I could smell your salsa all the way at my house.” Nina said smiling licking her lips. and with that he shut the door, leaving Sonya to sadly scuttle back to her motorcycle. "Sorry Nina but no helping with the dip, no dipping the chip! He said quickly locking the door on a shocked Nina. "Dios mio! It's almost Cinco de Mayo, came by. Senor Sancho set down the bag of jalapenos he was holding in his mouth. "I am sorry Senor Sancho, I have to clean my motorcycle" explained Sonya "I am very sorry Senor Sancho but I have to polish my boots." “it was made to share with friends!” I am carrying these jalapenos back to picking onions from my garden. Would you like to help?" "Why I am buying jalapenos for my salsa, would you like to help me choose some fresh ones?" "Hola Senor Sancho!" Enrique tipped his cowboy hat "Buenos tardes, Senor Sancho! What are you doing?" Sonya asked. "Hola Senor Sancho! I just finished cleaning my motorcycle and I smelt your amazing salsa! Senor Sancho turned his head away and said, “sorry Sonya but no helping with the dip, no dipping the chip". To find his friend.. Sonya skittered away and Senor Sancho finished picking the rest of the tomatoes In a tiny little village near Mexico city.. Sorry Enrique but no helping with the dip, no dipping the chip!" Senor Sancho said pushing Enrique out and slamming the door. "Buenos tardes Sonya!" Everything was perfect, there wasn't an ingredient he had forgotten. Then he realized... They all crowed around the table and gobbled up the salsa, and told stories, and laughed throughout the evening.

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Transcript: The Trip to the Holy Backpack Storybook presentation One day, four young teens set out on a journey to put a smile on one of the youth that wander the streets in search of a place to eat and sleep constantly. They began to plan how exactly they were to execute their mission. Once upon a time, there were thousands upon thousands of homeless roaming the streets in search of food and shelter. Something that any child should be provided. Except, this isn't a fairy tail, this is the harsh reality we refuse to acknowledge most of the time. Four teenagers set out to make change with the hopes of making at least one child smile. The Beginning by: Cristian Elorza, Ysabelle Rivera, Touhid Miah, and Melvin Tang When homeless youth find themselves on the streets with no activities whatsoever, it can cause boredom to say the least. Our young teenagers set out to accomplish their goal of creating a package of activities for one of these children to do during the summer in hopes that this child finds it in themselves to fulfill the boredom they may have. Finally, the teenagers put together everything they found and compiled it into a backpack that the homeless child would be able to carry around wherever he or she may go. The package and all of it is filled with is completely gender equal and not biased towards female or male children whatsoever. In the end, our teens don't consider what they did as a project with a grade to it, but as something they truly hope will make a child smile. They began to plan the events that would take place in order to make this homeless child smile ear to ear. They decided to give the child activities to do during the summer, when any child should enjoy their activities most. They chose to do this due to the fact that being so focused on the pursuit of food and shelter can be draining, mentally and physically. Our teens set out on a journey to a place where many go to fulfill their own hunger and needs, Target. Their goal was to collect all the pieces that would bring the holy backpack to it's most beautiful state. From puzzles to jump ropes and a ball and a deck of cards, they made sure to think of things the child would play with. Let's Get Started The End The Planning Execution of the Plan


Transcript: \ In a very real sense, each of us has been given an invisible golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold. The little girl looked up at him with sad tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: "Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was all full." As money was tight, he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve he saw that the child had used all of the expensive gold paper to decorate one shoebox she had put under the Christmas tree. Once upon a time, there was a man who worked very hard just to keep food on the table for his family. This particular year a few days before Christmas, he punished his little five-year-old daughter after learning that she had used up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper The Gold Wrapping Paper But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "Don't you know, young lady," he said harshly, "when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside the package!" By; Samantha Porras Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of this beautiful child who had put it there. I He also was concerned about where she had gotten money to buy what was in the shoebox. Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said, "This is for you, Daddy! An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told that the father kept this little gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he had punished her.

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