My Mandarin Pen Pal

Screenshot 2016-05-26 at 9.41.08 AM In Mandarin we were told that the eighth graders wrote a pen pal letters to us. After we got them we had to choose one from all of the eighth graders and write back to them.

 

你好!我叫谢天乐。你的名字是什么?我十三岁。你呢?我的生日是五月三十日。你的生日是几月几日?我最喜欢蓝色。你最喜欢什么颜色?我的家有六个人。我有三个妈妈,一个哥哥,一个弟弟,和一个妹妹 (和我)。我的弟弟三岁,我的妹妹六岁,我的哥哥十五岁。我喜欢打乒乓球,踢足球,打网球,和滑雪。你喜欢什么运动?我也喜欢跑步和骑自行车。我不喜欢打篮球。我说英文和一点儿中文,你呢?我是美国人,你呢?我喜欢冰淇淋和蛋糕,你呢?我有金色的头发。我有蓝色的眼睛。我很短。你呢?你的春假好吗?你的春假什么样?我去了Colorado。我做滑雪。你喜欢滑雪?我很喜欢滑雪。

This is the blog post I responded to.

This is my letter.

你好谢天乐,

我叫何宇,我上6th Grade。我十二岁,我的生日是​​九月十二九日,我家有五个人,我有一个妈妈,一个爸爸,一个姐姐,和一个哥哥。我在Lynne的班。我是美国人。我喜欢滑雪,我最喜欢的运动是滑雪和跑步。我最喜欢的颜色是红色和白色。我喜欢饺子。我有卷发,我有褐色的头发,我有褐色的眼睛。我在wyoming滑雪. 我的朋友有 Marlowe, Harvey, Wyatt, Sam, Zach, Gus, Oliver, 和 Elijah. 我有狗,它叫 Freckles。 我会说中文,也会说英文。再见。

——

何宇

 

My Map Art

Screenshot 2016-05-25 at 9.50.45 AM This is my map art. The reason that there is the letters cut out for all the borrows is because I am going to spray paint them. I feel this represents me and NYC because the spray paint represents graffiti. I just have to spray paint and then it will be done. I am very proud of this because I feel it is very unique.

Interconnectedness of Human Body Systems

Screenshot 2016-05-24 at 10.44.56 AM This is my diagram of all the body systems inputs and outputs. My strategy for this was to start with all the things I knew and then to connect them with other systems. My take away from this is that all of the systems are connected so much and you couldn’t live without any of them. All of them work together to keep you alive and healthy.

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Grandpa Dead:

Derawar, Passed on a day,

Jindwada Ali Abbasi died yesterday. He died in peace. He died because of a sandstorm in Pakistan, and he died a few days later, because of the effect. We can’t be one hundred percent certain, but Jindwadda was very injured during the sandstorm. It’s a miracle that he even survived. He was found outside, and conscious but asked specifically to be buried in Derawar, but unfortunately, his request couldn’t be fulfilled. Jindwadda died in the night about 10 days after the sandstorm. “I want to die at Derawar” his family remember him saying.

 

Grandpa fought in the war between Pakistan and Afghanistan. He fought hard for his country, and we will take today to appreciate his hard work in the army, and be sure that his death has been noticed.

 

INFANT, 0

 

Auntie’s baby died in the womb from technical issues. He was suffocated by the umbilical cord. “It was another boy,” Her sister says after the death. The midwife who tried to help is Shahzada’s sister, who is a family friend of the Abbasi’s. Shahzada used herbs and powders to help, but unfortunately it was too late to save the baby. According to witnesses, the state of the mother was frightening, for the color in her eyes was not visible. After the death of the baby, Auntie was said to have slept peacefully in a green tunic. The baby was buried, and the birth was never spoken of again. According to family, the mother’s pregnancy was unknown to everyone except possibly the father. Auntie did in fact show signs of pregnancy, such as tiredness, weakness and gaining weight. Shabanu did have suspicions about the pregnancy, but thought it might be rude to mention it.

 

The mother herself is the spouse of a man who works in a government office and makes a very good salary, and sends her gifts. Her husband, Mr. Abbasi,  is away a lot, and most people would even say that she’s lonely, but it brings her to joy the few times that her husband does come home. Mr. Abbasi is the brother of Dalil Abbasi, who is the spouse of Auntie’s sister. She is the mother of two lovely sons, ages three and five who are just starting to learn how to do work on the farm. When Auntie was at the age for marriage, she and her father went into search for a good husband. At first, they were unsuccessful, but after searching for a reasonable amount of time, she finally found her one and only husband. Shabanu, Auntie’s niece says, “Uncle comes several times a year, bringing Auntie gifts-quilts, shawls and brass pots. He brings us vegetables, wheat and lentils.”

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Screenshot 2016-05-11 at 9.49.29 AM This is my map art. My idea for this was to spray paint each borough with it’s name to represent the graffiti in New York and how it is such a big part of what New York is. My next step to this is to actually spray paint the boroughs

Shabanu Stories

At the Sibi Fair

There are so many people here selling a buying resources. It is chaotic but beautiful, so many people working to sell their goods and so many people bargaining for a better price. Dadi and I have to walk a little bit to where we will set up camp. I make a border of where our tent will be and then start putting it up. After the tent is up I take the resources off the camels. When everything is set up I start to cook some lentils and curried chicken for lunch. Men start to come over to our tent to bargain a price for our camels, Dadi is a very good businessman and will not sell the camels unless he knows it is a good price. Surely Dadi will not sell Guluband and Tipu they’re our greatest camels.

Dadi is meeting with somebody who wants to buy Tipu. I see him negotiating with the man trying to make a good price for the camel. I am furious with him, Tipu is one of our greatest camels and it will be a great loss if he sells them. I see Dadi shake hands with the man and then I realize… he has sold the camel.

 

 

Every ounce of water counts

I walk along the dry sand on the way to the Toba. I feel it in between my toes as if it were a part of me. Mithoo and Sher Dil walk next to me struggling to keep up. Each one of them trying to be next to me. I get to the Toba to fill up the buckets to bring back to the hut. I fill the first one up and then I put it aside. I fill the second one up and then pick up the first one and start walking back to the hut. I can feel the weight of the buckets on my shoulder, each one of them losing a little bit of water when I take a step. Every ounce of water counts because it hardly rains here. I try to make my steps lighter so the water won’t fall out. Once I get back to the hut I drop of the buckets and get more. We need all the water we can get because who knows when it will rain again. Mithoo and Sher Dil still follow me. Mitho is still young and does not no what is going on. None of the mother camels will take him as their young to feed him. Poor Mitho, doesn’t know his family.