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讨论:澳门计划(第二部分)

今天是我们最后跟另外的班讨论的一次。我们主要讨论的是行程,景点,和费用。大家起初是决定去别的地方但是老师建议们我们留在附近,要不然就不会有很多时间,去看景点。要是两个岛都去,会浪费太长时间,所以我们只去有码头的小岛。

这是我们决定的行程表:                                                                                                                澳门码头》~10点:大三巴》大炮台》博物馆(?)》(走路大概10分钟)议事厅:有玫瑰堂》 ~1点:午饭》渔人码头》澳门码头

费用:来回的船票大概需要花400人民币。从码头坐巴士的话,每一躺需要3/4澳币。在澳门东西比较贵,吃午饭时至少要带60澳币。要是你想在那里买纪念品也要带更多的钱。一共要带600人民币左右。

讨论:澳门计划

今天跟邻近的班合起来的时候,我们从这几个方面讨论澳门的出行:要带的物品,景点,注意事,运行,和行程表。

注意事项:这个组讲到了学生们的安全。 他们说一个学生不可以自己乱走,必须要跟另外两个人在一起。他们也说在澳门肯定会有人扒手, 所以我们要注意到自己的东西。他们最后讲到的是,那边的人大部分只会说广东话。优的人不会听懂我们说什么。

景点-我们决定了要去哪一些景点和怎么打哪一边:

-先从澳门的码头坐公共汽车台帕村:我们在这里可以理解当葡萄牙先来到这里有的风景,和看到当时的艺术。                                                                                           -从台帕村又坐公共汽车到大三把旁边的广场吃饭(一个小时左右)。吃完后看一下大三巴,拍一些照。要是有空,可以去里面的博物馆。                                                   -从哪一边可以走路(10-15分钟)到大炮台。在那边可以学一下澳门的历史和看风景。到时间的时候,我们坐巴士回到澳门码头上船。

DEAWtime story

“The meteor is approaching fast. Evacuate every one from the building immediately.” The meteor was only 327 miles away frome earths diameter and coming torwards is at a speed of 3.24 seconds per mile. Linda responded instantaneously to my command:

“I have sounded the evacuation alarm. The fourth floor has already begun to clear out.”

“Alright, have Megan and Mark prepare the escape vehicles .” The escape plan was complete. We would clear the building of people, then, load everyone onto the vehicles and escape the-planet-that’s-about-to-be-crushed.

“Laura! Only at 232 miles now. It’s speed is accelerating!” Lindy’s frantic call blasted through my Walkie talkie.

“Is everything set?” I asked.

“Yes” she responded.

“I am now on my way down from the 3rd floor control chamber. Set the destination. We must leave now!” I sped down the stairs without giving a second glance to all the deserted offices and laboratories.

The ground hall was packed with squirming people, all trying to fit inside the escape mobiles. I spotted Lindy standing next to the farthest vehicle to the left.

When I reached her she was busy helping people stack as much of our resources into the trunk.

“Alright! Every one get inside now!” I let out my final command.

Our bodies were packed against one another’s like sardines in a can. The scent of stale breath and sweat lingered in the air. Our frantic hearts palpitated faster and faster as the situation grew intense.

“Now?” Lindy questioned.

“It’s now or never.” I replied as Lindy pressed the button that started the engines.

For a few minutes there was nothing but silent pleads of survival from the ones on board. The, suddenly, our vehicle was knocked of balance by the explosion impact. Yet, we managed to continue our way out of earth’s shield, and into the Galaxy. I caught glimpses of the earth’s remains. Nothing but bedrock and ash.

As we approached the tunnel of space time—our only safe option—Lindy turns to me and asks: ” to the left or to the right?”

“Go left.” Was my answer.

We turned the the tunnel which led to the past and made way towards our new life. At the end of the tunnel there was a blinding light.

There it is. Our new beginning.

AMPed – Lola with 7Water

So today I tagged along with Mr.Yung’s advisory (7water), who where going to the Lola’s cake boutique during advisory. While I was with them, I took some pictures of them baking some cupcakes with the shop’s owner. I must admit, this was a challenge for me. It is quite hard to take photos with all this movement. Anyways, feel free to look at some of the photos(inserted below):)

 

 

 

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China week reflection

China day—在中国天,我和我的朋友们,我们整天走来走去。我的年纪教室的活动是Cornhole toss. 我看过很多龙舞表演但我在中国天看的是到目前为止我觉的最好的。我很喜欢这个表演因为我喜欢他们跳的很高的时候。它们因该练习了很多次,好厉害啊!我在中国天也吃了一些面条。 我很喜欢面条,而且那些面条是在那边制作的。我们去买面条的时候快没有了,心快还有一点儿!

Chinese activities at school—我们在学校China week 中文课的时候了3个活动。我们第一个做的是剪纸的那个。第二个做的是做东龙。最后是我们用毛笔写字。我在剪纸的时候学到怎么细心用剪刀。做东龙很难,需要做的准确或者他不会好看。我们用毛笔写字只有5分钟所以我写的很不好。我觉得

Project Progress

What is your first AMPed project? Why, why are you interesting in learning more about this?
My first project is take lots of picture and either digitally/physically turn it into a collage that takes the shape of an eye. I’ve always loved photography and I wanted to see if I could do something special and personal with it.

How are you spending your time on this project? i.e. only at school, only at home, both, or I haven’t at all?
So far I haven’t really done anything at school, I did some brain storming and played around with some apps. On my own time I’ve taken walk around jing Shan to take photos.

My next step:
I am going to bring my Mac book to school and go through all the photos I have and see If I need any more. I’m going to separate different photos for different parts of the eye. I am also going to take more photos.

I’ll be back

 

I had a fantastic time at Week Without Walls. Even though every single activity we had done were such fun, my favourite moment was probably the mud bath in Moon Water Cave.

Slowly we entered the cave by pulling the string on the little boat. When the edge of the boat came close to touching the wall, we used our hands to help move around the narrow tunnels. The cave was dimly lit by our wandering flash lights and a few bulbs here and there.

I remember how excited I was to reach the mud bath. The only thing I though about as we went through the twist and turns in the cave was about the mud bath. My heart had skipped a beat when I saw it waiting for me. Okay, maybe it isn’t something people would usually be excited for, but the moment I got in there, it was probably one of the funnest times in my life.

When I stepped into the muddy water beneath me, my foot made contact with the soft, gooey mud at the bottom. The water was cold, causing me to move gingerly into the middle of the pool. Slowly, I lowered myself down into the ice cold mixture of mud and water so that my body got used to it.

I was one of the first people to get in and started encouraging more people to do so. At first people hesitated but they couldn’t resist. We were rubbing mud we had collected all over each other. At one point, Lotta had sneaked up behind me and smudged mud all over my face. She had gotten some in my mouth, but I was too busy trying to get back at her to care.

Soon, both of our faces were completely covered apart from our eyes and lips. Laughing, we waddled over the little slide in the corner of the mud bath. We let out loud squeals when our body hit the cold, muddy water. The water automatically held us up, we made no effort, we were floating! Delighted by our discovery, we were all floating across the mud bath. Despite the darkness of the cave, I could feel other’s joy shooting out us and exploding like fireworks.

When more people came into the water, we would rub some of the mud on them and surprising them with a splash caused by going down the slide. Not long after, they would be covered in mud as well.

It wasn’t too long before the first group of people left and continued along the cave. Then the second, and then it was the devastating moment for the last group to leave. I felt a sinking feeling inside of me. I turned around to take a last look at the mud bath and thought:

I’ll be back.

A Day in the Life of Parinita

15/10/2014

My name is Parinita. I live in Asarganj, a medium sized town located in Muger, India. Today is the day that I have been dreading all my life. The day I turn 15.

Most people might think:”why is turning 15 such a bad thing?”

Let me tell you why.

Earlier in my life, my parents told me that when I was born they agreed with the Kanshadar family that I would get married with their youngest son, Kamur. When I turned 15, I would have to marry him. I barely even know Kamur, I’ve only seen him in a picture and heard what my parents had to say about him.

“He is very strong, you know.” Māṁ (mother) said.

“You can have a good family together and bring luck to your relatives.” Said Pitā (father).

Kamur was now 22 and has a job at some local offices. No matter what my parents said, I don’t want to have to marry him, but I have no choice.

I remember the night of the day that I had broken my arm. Māṁ was weeping in the arms of my father with a dim light shining over the kitchen table. I was supposed to be asleep. I leaned closer to the edge of the door.

“What if they find out about her arm and take back the deal? What would we do then?” She whispered.

I don’t want to get married just for the sake of my family, but I know I have to. Pitā (father) is working full time so that I barely see him anymore. I can hear him coming home late at night and shouting the door ever so lightly. In the morning he had tired bags under his eyes his forehead all crinkled with wrinkles. Seeing him like this makes my heart ache. Yet my parents are so strict about the wedding, I hated the marriage even more each time I thought about it. Every time something that had to do with the wedding was brought up, I would clench my fists and furrow my brow.

Why can’t I choose my own path instead of being forced into this? I’m only 15, I can’t handle this.

One time, I was bringing the plate topped with Palak Panneer from the kitchen to our table and it had slipped from my hands and smashed to a million pieces on the ground. Māṁ gasped at the mess on ground and afterwards Pitā had given me a lecture.

“what if you make the same mistake when you are married? What will Kamur think of you? You would bring great Śarma ānī cāhi’ē (shame) down on your family!” He had said.

My parents had also been forced into a marriage this way and everyday I wonder how they possibly could have been able to live under the pressure. A pressure and burden that I am going to live through as well. Here it is good luck to have a boy child and my mother had been blamed for having a girl instead. A person shouldn’t be blamed for something they can’t control.

I thought about this as I came out to meet Kamur and his family before the wedding tomorrow. As we walked into the room, my hands griped my sides, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my check and dripped onto the floor.

      “But i’m innocent!”

          I woke up in a room with padded walls and a door made out of thick metal bars. As I struggled to move, I realised that I was a wearing a strait jacket. I Tried to get up but since my arms were tangled inside the jacket, I couldn’t push myself. I fumbled, trying to find some strength and something I could lean on. But whoever made this room was well prepared. Thewalls were not only padded, but slippery as well. Then I decide to try something else. I slid across the room worm-like. I peered through the slight gaps of the cell door. The corridor had turquoise linoleum floor that reflected the bright gleam coming out of several bulbs along the ceiling. There was a man standing nearby.

“Sir?” I called out ” Um excuse me but, why am I in here?”

The man raised his Walkie-talkie That was about 3 times smaller than his humongous hand and whispered:”he’s awake.”

About ten minutes later, I was being marched down the corridor. I Had no idea where I was going or why. In the distance, I could see a shut door and when we got closer I saw how big the door really was. The surface of the door was engraved with detailed pictures and words and two large brass doorknobs with two words on the:”The Government”

At home, mom and dad always complained how the government was building two many houses or how they kept raising the taxes. In my mind, I had imagined them as big bulky men with crew cuts and giant boots that they stomped around in. The person sitting in front of me certainly didn’t look like that. The man had neat hair and was sitting in his comfy leather chair in a tight fitting suit. I was seated in front of him.

“Um hi I’m Mark—” I opened my mouth to speak.

“We know who you are Mark, and we know what you did.” The man interrupted me.

“What I did? What do you mean?” I stuttered.

“Oh don’t play dumb Mark. Now, answer our questions.” The man said in a stern voice. “Why did you do it?” He asked. The man fixed me with a cold stare.

“Why did I do what? I didn’t do anything! I have no idea why I’m here!” Rage and confusion bubbled inside of me.

“Mark! Answer me!” He rose up from his chair. His eyes were filled with anger.

” I don’t know what I did! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the vast room.

“Bring him to the chamber.” He said to his two bodyguards.

They marched me down the hall again but this time we walked right past the cell that I had previously been in. Instead, we reached the end and turned right. I saw the chamber. It was a dull grey room with a chair in the middle, but not an ordinary chair. It was made out of metal and it had claws that kept your hands and feet in place. It also had a metal helmet. T

The bodyguards forced me into the room, they pulled me with their fingers digging into my flesh. They sat me down in the horrible chair, the claws closing in before I had a chance to escape.

As the metal helmet lowered down to my head level, I realised what they were going to do. They were going to electrocute me. One bodyguard’s hand reached for the dial. I screamed.

“But I’m innocent!!!” Are the only words I was able to get out before I felt the shocking pain zip through my body.

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