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I’ll never forget...
I’ll never forget the day my grandpa died
I’ll never forget kawhi’s game winner
I’ll never forget the day I got my first detention
I’ll never forget my first fight
I’ll never forget my trip to India
I’ll never forget the day I became an uncle
I’ll never forget the day I won my first basketball tournament
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I remember when life was...
I remember when life was fun. There was nothing to worry about, no test, exams and anything in between. Just a small kid experiencing the word for himself. When my whole family would come over and there were no arguments. I remember when I used to go to the park carefree and playing basketball with my friends. No overnight studying that would make my brain into mush. I remember life when it was much more enjoyable.
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Day Tripper Soundtrack- English
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1vveh9p6cr28qnrHBic9Z0tV3eBC0_G1t_kLHoeQvYO4/edit#slide=id.g58eb6f2dd6_0_26
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Life in 5 Sentences
February 17th 2001, the day I arrived to this so called beautiful place called the earth. Basketball, the sport that truly made me the person I am today. Basketball helped me make connections with friends, that later on became family. From keeping my mind clear, and keeping me stress free, it became something more than a sport. I never knew a sport can change and mould a person, like it did to me.
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Writers Craft: 100 Words
I’m here twice a day for two and a half hours. As I look around I observe the positive messages written on the wall, that have been written by students along the years. They choose a message that has stuck to them and leave it here for others to admire. “What goes around, comes back around”, “choose happiness”, and “you never achieve what you don’t try” are meaningful messages painted on the walls. These students decided out of anything they can write on the walls, these are the messages they want to write and leave behind for others to see. The End
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Writer's Craft- A Travel Piece
Stars twinkled overhead in the midnight sky. The only sounds that punctuated the night were the cracking and spitting of the flames in the campfire. A gentle, cool breeze drifted across the forest landscape, kissing the faces of the mesmerizing children. The smell of marshmallows toasting over the flickering fire, finding its way up the children's noses. The flames stood tall and proud, their sparks illuminating the dark, creating dancing shadows on the children's eager faces. The smell of the marshmallows drift in the wind and reaches another camp sit somewhere along the muddy trail. The smell of marshmallows tends to carry a bit of conversation. The sweet sensational smell of roasted marshmallows lingering in the woods sparks a conversation just like a campfire. As the moonlight turns into the sunshine, the smell of marshmallow withdraws itself from the atmosphere.
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Writer’s Craft- Something you are not
Object: Easter Egg
Sunday. April 21st my day has come. Today's the day I’ll see if I survive or not. My brothers and sisters are being painted and being drowned in the dye. They place us around the house in the worst places possible. They place me in a broken down shed which smells like gasoline and freshly cut grass, all coming from the lawnmower across from me. This shed’s a living hell. Now, they let the hunters go, and now destiny decides my fate. A crack in the shed glimmers light which gave me a sense of time. I’ve been here a while now. I hear the hunters screaming with joy when they find one of my brothers or sisters. The ray of sunshine shining through the crack of the broken shed starts to dim. Its pitch black now and I think I survived. Times goes by and I'm starting to question if they ever find me. The chocolate inside of me is starting to smell and mold. It feels like it's been months now. Suddenly the father of the house opens the shed and looks straight at me. He picks me up in disgust and throws me into the trash.
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CBC Radio Podcast (English)
1. What cultures are you caught between? If so, which ones? Do you see this as a
positive experience in your life, or a negative one?
My families from India which is very different from Canada, not only weather-wise but the culture is very different. It's not like going from Canada to the United States where a majority of the people speaks the same language everything is different from language, culture, weather, and even the government. My childhood was amazing because of my hard-working parents, they wanted everything in my life to go smoothly and to have no roadblocks along my road to success. Now let's get in the cultural difference my life has because of the contrasting cultures India and Canada. There are many positive experiences that I have had with my Indian culture. Indian culture is very prideful and passionate about the things they believe. The special occasions that Indians celebrate are mainly based on the religion which we believe, which is Hinduism. For example, Diwali celebrates the goddess of wealth and prosperity, Lakshmi where we celebrate with fireworks, dhias, and colorful powders. I have two experiences that are both good and bad with Diwali. With the bad experience, t was not so much the celebration in general but the people around us who thought we were doing something wrong and different in THEIR country. When is was in grade 6 and liking in the apartments, me and my family used to go down the park and celebrate by lighting fireworks. When you are in the park, you are in between the two buildings and they see what's happening by going on their balcony. Me and family have seen the potential harm it could cause so we moved and went on the sidewalk and sparked the fireworks the other way. Als,o we asked for permission by the supervisor of the building if we can light fireworks in the park, he said “no problem”. After a couple fireworks, two white couples came down to the park and told us to stop the celebration, and in my family, we do not take anything from anyone, especially my father. This came out when they said, “you can't do this here, its canada, not india”, my father and my 3 uncles (his brothers) became aggressive and charged at the males. This was not the way they should of handled the situation like that but back home if someone says something disrespectful to you, the only way to solve it is by fighting. This was the first time I seen my dad angry towards someone, so me at such a young age was scared to see my father mad again. THe second incident was when I visited india. When diwali comes around the corner, everyone's spirits brighten up and become more friendly to one another. When the day came, everyone gathered on the streets playing with fireworks singing along to music and just enjoying life with everyone around you. This was the complete opposite of my experience in canada because my dad was having the time of his life. Enjoying his diwali with friends, family, and people we never met. Over all the experience in india was a much better and warming experience then canada. The two cultures bump head sometimes but knowing that I have my family with me and how attached they are to their culture, this is something that would not me to change the way I have it. We still celebrate what we celebrate and we have a good time. There is not much bumping heads when it comes to other celebrations, but me and my family enjoy being in another's company. Overall, the canadian culture and indian culture may disagree in some situations but in general, the canadian culture is accepting, there is people like that in every country and there is no denying that. I will always stick to my roots and celebrate what I want to celebrate.
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Writers Craft: Op-Ed(NZ shooting)
March 15th, 2019, a man armed with a gun and a GoPro camera live streaming everything, killed 49 Muslim worshipers at two mosques in the community of Christchurch, New Zealand. Numerous other worshipers were left injured. The killer left behind a manifesto claiming President Trump as the symbol of “renewed white identity”. In my opinion, I believe that Trump is the root cause of the recent rise of young white males to become more violent. From synagogues, mosques, and the LGBTQ+ shootings, these have all been cases of young white males being the murderer/terrorist. With being the president of the most powerful and impactful country in the world, it comes with a lot of responsibility and influence. Donald. J. Trump has made many racist remarks, one of them being against immigrants, more specifically the Mexicans. He stated
“Sadly, the overwhelming amount of violent crime in our major cities is committed by blacks and Hispanics-a tough subject must be discussed.”
And another one is,
“The Mexican legal system is corrupt, as is much of Mexico. Pay me the money that is owed me now - and stop sending criminals over our border”
These remarks should not be coming out of anyone's mouth, but more importantly not out the mouth of the united states president. Donald Trump later spoke on the tragic event, while expressing support for those affected by the shooting, the president downplayed the threat of white nationalist, a problem spreading around the world. In my opinion, I feel as if Donald J Trump is making it easier for racist citizens to become more vocal, which then leads to their actions.
Consider the contrast between Barack Obama and Trump. Obama is not a perfect human being, nor was he a perfect US president. But it’s impossible to deny his qualities. He is intelligent, competent, empathetic and has a loving relationship with his family. Obama is also a man who was not born into wealth and power and worked hard to make something of his life. Trump is the reverse: incompetent, rude and seemingly incapable of non-instrumental relationships. The only way he has made anything of his life is through being born into privilege. Aside from his politics, Trump is simply a man who falls short of any moral code you could care to imagine. Politicians are often cynical, cruel or corrupt, but a complete absence of human decency is rare. The first thing that pops into my head when thinking about what we can do, is making our future generations realize and bring notice to all the events that happened because of the white nationalist. We should not just talk about for the moment, we should make this a regular thing in schools and educate our future generations with the knowledge they deserve.
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Love Poem
It's so easy to love someone when things are perfect and everything is wonderful. But to love someone when things are difficult, when they are not being perfect, when they are messing up, flaws are seen, mistakes are made, I think that is what really allows you to see how much love really is there. Anyone can love someone whos doing and saying all the right things, being everything you want and need, when they have got everything together, but to love someone at their lowest, to love someone despite how broken they feel, when they are lost, when you're willing to stand by them no matter how challenging or difficult things may be, this kind of love is what makes life more meaningful and beautiful. Finding someone who accepts me for my flaws, forgives my mistakes, and helps me become the best version of me, is someone I want to grow old with.
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Person of the Year (Doc)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IgxigYJUSVWmoSXQWqIBpLbAl-L_Bsq2ZiPXbf38nF8/edit
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Person of the Year
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1-xVQ2l0iXOBd6TQO2kTCYslvWwj3OT3s0H2YyJYP_bM/edit?usp=sharing
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Writer's Craft (Short Story)
Object: Easter Egg
Sunday. April 21st my day has come. Today's the day I’ll see if I survive or not. My brothers and sisters are being painted and being drowned in the dye. They place us around the house in the worst places possible. They place me in a broken down shed which smells like gasoline and freshly cut grass, all coming from the lawnmower across from me. This shed’s a living hell. Now, they let the hunters go, and now destiny decides my fate. A crack in the shed glimmers light which gave me a sense of time. I’ve been here a while now. I hear the hunters screaming with joy when they find one of my brothers or sisters. The ray of sunshine shining through the crack of the broken shed starts to dim. Its pitch black now and I think I survived. Times goes by and I'm starting to question if they ever find me. The chocolate inside of me is starting to smell and mold. It feels like it's been months now. Suddenly the father of the house opens the shed and looks straight at me. He picks me up in disgust and throws me into the trash.
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The Power of Telling Your Story
The Power of Telling Your Story
By: Ajay Birla
1. What is your favorite personal story to share with others? Why do you suppose this is your favorite story to retell?
One of my favorite personal stories to tell people is my trip to India. February of last year, I and family went on a trip to India. Since I and my sister never meet our family located in India for 8 plus years now, our parents wanted to us meet the people we love before it was too late. My grandma in India and wanted to meet us for several years before we went, but this time she was not feeling well and was in the hospital for a couple months before we reached there. My grandma wanted us to meet us because she felt as if she was not going to make it much longer. This struck a chord in our family and we booked the trip the same day. The airport experience was a breeze, but when we landed, it was not the most pleasant smell in the world. It smelled like manure everywhere we would go. This was something we had to get used to because it would smell like this even in the city. When we landed we went to my grandpa's house which was located in New Delhi. My dad would tell us stories of his struggles when he was growing up, and when we reached there I could see what he was talking about, dirt roads, a stray dog, children asking for a change in every corner, and the overall environment. I would not know how to be successful if I was surrounded by an environment like that. But on the brighter side, he would tell us about stories of his friends and how they made him happy and made him enjoy life in India. We later went to meet his friends. I Never have seen my dad smile check to check like that, ever. Me seeing him smile like that made my heart warm and made the trip that much better. Later, on the trip, we went to my grandmother's house which is located in Punjab, it was about an 8-hour drive but well worth it. When we reached there, I and my sister went to our grandma and gave her the biggest huge we could possibly give. My uncle and aunt said that this is the first time we saw her smile in the last 2 weeks. The four days we stayed there I never left my grandmas side. Even though I could not talk back to her because of the language barrier I still stayed by her side. Later on into the trip she slowly got better, but it was our time to go back to New Delhi again. When we were in the van, me and my family wanted to see more of the Indian culture so we visited some landmarks located in India. We visited the Taj Mahal, Amber Palace, Howa Mahal, The Red Fort, the Qutub Minar, and many other places. The cultural is very different. Everyone at the landmarks was trying to sell you something or trying to get something from you by stealing. Me my father and my uncle had to keep the women close to us because it is very dangerous for women to go out in the streets alone. It sounds horrible but it is true. Cows, bulls, sheep, and even monkey are roaming the streets in broad daylight. That is Something that we would never see in Canada. People celebrating and loving each other over a random wedding celebrating in the streets and dancing with each other like no one is watching. In Canada, we tend to avoid others celebrations because we feel like we are invading each others space, but that is not the case in India, if you live in the same area in India then we are considered family. Everyone around you in your village loves and cares for you even if you are not blood-related. The best part of the trip is when we were leaving, me and my family got news that our grandma was doing much better and was able to walk now. My mom thinks it was because of us, she said that she wanted to meet her grandchildren for years and now that she has and knows that her grandchildren love her, she can now live with a free mind and not stress over that small thing that she cared about. This is one-hundred percent my favorite story to retell because of what came out of it. I and sister got to experience India for the first time, and our grandma was in much better condition because me and my sister brightened her spirits up with just a simple visit.
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English (Between Two Worlds)
English (Between Two Worlds)
How does the author suffer because of constraints placed upon her due to her various identities?
The author suffers because of constraints placed upon Anais Granofsky various identities. Since Anais Granofsky was always moving from home to home at such a young age, she didn't know which social class to identify as. When She lived with her parents, they were not well off. They lived a poor life where everything was based on the necessities. When the time came to go to her grandparent's house she had to hide the fact that living live lavishly is much better than her current situation, but she tries to hide her emotions when comparing her two social classes. When switching from one social class to another, it was obvious that she enjoyed her wealthy life better, the reason behind her not showing her emotion was because she did not want her parents to feel guilty or discouraged. Anais probably also receives a lot of negativity from her community because even though she may claim that she is part of the low-income family, her community may judge her because she has family who is very rich and makes it seem like she is just acting like she is poor. She probably also felt as if it was unfair because she got the opportunity to live such a luxury but her mother could not enjoy that life because she wasn't part of the family. Going from a lower class family to a wealthy family, the lifestyle change is very distinct and could be a very hard challenge for the author. The life of these two social brackets is very different, Anais goes from not being able to eat regular meals a day, to eating tasty chicken salad sandwiches at any time on the pool front. Switching back and forth would also instill guilt into Anais because she would most likely want to share this lifestyle with some of her family members, but could not.
“To some extent, being an outsider had given me an all-access pass. Because I didn’t belong anywhere, I somehow managed to belong everywhere. I had seen the bottom, the poverty, and disenfranchisement that my mother had suffered. But I was also the beneficiary of a system that didn’t let us fall through the cracks.”
This quotation from the article showed that because of the different lifestyles she has, she didn't feel as if she fit in but she lived everyday day by day and realized how she has a such a unique life. She suffers because of the differences on her mother's side of the family and the difference on her father's side. On her mother's side, it's no different from what her daily life is but it is more bearable because her mother's side united as one but on her father's side they have wealth but the connection of family is not there. This is how the author suffers because of the constraints placed on her due to her various lifestyles.
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“After a few years, the whipsawing between worlds had begun to take a toll. I was always trying to figure out where I belonged and what was expected of me. The tension of balancing social expectations, racism, classism and family history grew stronger over the years as I became more aware of the opportunities I had that my mother didn’t. I was old enough to understand the inequality and hostility that the people I loved felt for each other, but too young to do anything about it.”
“At night, there were full-moon parties where the women decorated themselves in mud and beads, their pendulum breasts swinging in the breeze. The men, including my dad, danced naked around a bonfire, playing the drums. He’d grab my hands, and we’d howl at the moon as sparks from the fire drifted up toward the inky black night. This was so different from my other lives back home with my grandparents and mother. I felt drunk with freedom.”
“To some extent, being an outsider had given me an all-access pass. Because I didn’t belong anywhere, I somehow managed to belong everywhere. I had seen the bottom, the poverty, and disenfranchisement that my mother had suffered. But I was also the beneficiary of a system that didn’t let us fall through the cracks. Thanks to social assistance, we never went hungry and always had a roof—however leaky—over our heads. When I was young, I benefited from subsidized daycare for low-income mothers; when I got older, I was lucky enough to have a few exceptional public school teachers who celebrated and encouraged me. I had seen wealth and privilege, and came to know that money in and of itself does not insulate a family from pain. After adapting myself to so many different worlds for so many years, I began to fully and confidently inhabit the space between them.”
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Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern comforts a person at the Kilbirnie Mosque in Wellington
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