Archive of ‘Humanities’ category

Memorial Project

This is my artist’s statement about my memorial.

Memorial to Ivan Karp
This memorial is to my grandfather, Ivan Karp. He was very special to me, but unfortunately, he died in 2012. He was an art dealer, he owned a gallery called O.K. Harris, but he also discovered the artists Andy Warhol and Roy Lichtenstein, among many others. He is buried in a little town in upstate New York that our family goes to a lot, called Charlotteville. Next to his grave stone is a tall gray obelisk that says Karp on it, and this memorial was inspired by that. Visitors will walk in through the gravel paths, and can run, eat, play or just generally relax on the four segments of grass. Each segment represents a different aspect of his life, even though they are not labeled. The four aspects are art, family, New York City and Charlotteville. The tall, concrete obelisk is brushed with gold leaf at the top and bottom. The memorial looks a bit like the Washington Monument, but it would be much shorter, only about 175 feet. This memorial is simple and straightforward, hopefully how he would have wanted it to be. This should make people happy, rather than melancholy. When people visit, they should think about his life and how amazing it was, or learn about him if they didn’t already know him. This would be placed in some sort of grassy area in New York. My grandfather was a New Yorker, and he loved this city so much. This memorial could never be anywhere else. I hope this memorial will help people remember him.
-Zoe Karp

This demonstrates the learning value of doing something that matters to me personally.

Africans in NY: Creative Narrative Assignment

For this assignment, we all were given information on different African people in history. We had to learn about that person, and then we wrote a creative piece. We had to put facts from their actual lives and bring in creativity. I had Dorothy Creole, who was a half-freed slave in New York. By reading about her life, I learned a lot about the lives of slaves in this time and how they were a tight knit community. Dorothy Creole adopted her friend’s child after his parents died. I am very proud of this piece, because I think I was able to put the fact and fiction together well. As I humanities student, I learned that I am very good at retaining information from non-fiction, and then bringing in things that weren’t originally part of the story. I really enjoy doing this because it allows the writer to have some freedom. Overall, I was very proud of this piece.

Humanities Making 13 Colonies

In this project, I wrote from the perspective of John Smith to the London Company about everything that was happening in the New World. I am proud about this because I used all of the information that I had gotten from the book that we were reading in class and I incorporated that into the letter. I think that I used some of the language that John Smith might have used.

 

 

September 16, 1607

Dear London Company,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. This is an update on our progress here in the New World. I am writing to tell you that we are here. Though the land is swampy and the water is brackish, we are here. I must say, kind Sirs, though it was you who have sent us on this expedition, you have also made our work harder than it needs to be. You see, we have all been paid in advance, so the workers aren’t working as hard as they should be, myself not included. Of course, I am working at everything, and cleaning up the messes made by the others. This journey is much like many of my others, long, hard and laborious, but hopefully with a fruitful end.

As I mentioned before, the land is swampy and I fear we have picked the wrong place to settle. There is deep water leading right up to our shores. It is convenient for us, for we can sail right up. But, the Spanish could attack at any moment. We also have woods right outside of our fort. We can collect any and all of the wood needed to survive, but as you might be able to tell, the trees are an extreme fire hazard. I have tried to tell this to my fellow settlers, but no one seems to listen.

I have met an Indian. Her name is Pocahontas and she is the daughter of the leader of the Powhatan’s, great Powhatan himself. They have adopted me into their tribe and made me an honorary chief. I have even learned to speak their language. Not always have they been kind to me, though. They have tried to kill me on many occasions.  Once, as I bravely stood before the executioner, Pocahontas threw herself on me and saved my life.

Sirs, you have helped us in many ways, and I thank you for choosing me to stay here and settle. You have also presented us with many problems and I ask you to fix them.

Sincerely,

John Smith

Humanities Notecard

This is the note card that I wrote for my colonial project. My subject is family life. In this note card, I wrote about marriage and courtship. I really liked writing about it because it’s a subject that really interests me. My source for this note card was a Wiki, so I got my information from the people who were doing this topic last year. It was really interesting to read some of the interviews from last year. I am proud of it because I worked really hard and I think I made good connections. We had to do 10 note cards in all and this was my last one. When I first started writing the note cards, I wasn’t doing as much analysis as I could have, so I started trying to stretch the analysis. Once I got to the 10th note card, I was able to do a lot more analysis that I did before. I also spent a lot more time on this one than I did on any of the others.

 

Source:

Williamsburg, VA, Historic Interpreter. Interview. By Olivia Cueto. 2015.

Quote:

“Colonial marriage perspectives were pretty much all the same. The women would get married at the age of 12 or 13 and the men would be a few years older. Women changed a lot when they got married. Before native women got married they were bald, naked and usually covered in grease. But when a native women got married they finally grew out their hair, got clothing, and could start caring more about their bodies. Weddings were held in cold months Blacksmiths could marry a couple. If a divorce happened, the mother would usually take the children unless she was the one that cheated.”

Paraphrase:

  • Women would get married at puberty and men would be a few years older. 
  • Once women got married, their lives changed completely.
  • When Native American women got married, they were bald, naked and covered in grease.
  • When the woman got married, they grew out their hair, got clothing and started caring about their bodies.
  • Weddings happened in cold months.
  • Blacksmiths could marry people.
  • If a divorce happened the mother would take the children.
  • If the wife was the one who cheated on her husband, the husband might take the children.

My Ideas:

In this quote, she says that women got married at puberty. In another note card that I had it said that women got married in their 20s. The men would be a few years older because that might show superiority. Once women got married, their outlooks in life changed. The way that they were viewed in society changed and the way that they viewed the world changed. Society started seeing them as women, instead of girls. Once women got married, they were finally recognized in the society as adults. They viewed the world differently because they started seeing things the way that adults see it. For example, instead of seeing war like something far off, they started seeing war like a really problem for their society. They would also start to care more about their appearance. Before the women were married in Native American societies, they were usually bald, naked and covered in grease. Once they got married they were allowed to grow out their hair and clean themselves and care about their clothes.  This shows that marriage affected women more than men. Once women got married, the women would start to have children. Once they had children, their whole lives would be different.  Men wouldn’t see their families very often because they were so busy hunting, so when they got married, their lives wouldn’t be as impacted. Weddings were held in cold weather. I don’t really know why. I think it could have been because the men wouldn’t be as busy in the winter, so they had more time to plan a big celebration like a wedding. If a divorce happened in Native American cultures, the mother would take the children because the wife would normally be the one to initiate the divorce. The women were the ones who could initiate the marriage by throwing the men’s clothes out of the house. This shows that Native American women had more power in a marriage then a European women might. A European women would never even think about divorcing her husband, let alone actually doing it. It would be extremely rare for a European woman

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Giver Essay

This is my Giver essay that we wrote in Humanities class. After we read The Giver, by Lois Lowry, we all wrote essays and chose themes. I chose the theme of emotions and how Jonas, the main character, and his community don’t really have the same emotions that we have.  I’m really proud of it because I went deep and I made strong connections. I learned all about TEEAC paragraphs and that really helped me in my writing process. I really enjoyed writing it and I think my work reflected that.

 

Emotions, the Doorway to Individuality

Can you imagine living in a world where all of your emotions are being censored to keep a utopia? In Lois Lowry’s The Giver, the people in power have to suppress the emotions of the citizens to stay in power. Jonas is a 12-year-old boy who lives in a community where all of the normal emotions are subdued. Jonas is different from all of the other people in his Community. He notices things that most other people don’t. When he is chosen to be the Receiver of Memory, he starts to learn about the world before the Community. He learns about color and choices, but he also learns about pain and death. Most importantly, he learns about love. Jonas and The Giver, his trainer, have to decide what to do. Risk their lives for the Community, or let it be. The Elders in Jonas’s Community have to make sure that they stay in power. As long as they are in power, they can keep the people in the Community from having the feelings that we have on a daily basis. When the Community doesn’t have those feelings, the Elders are able to keep the utopia.

In Jonas’s Community, the Elders make sure that all of the people’s feelings are suppressed. By giving the people in the Community the pills for Stirrings and having family units share their feelings, the Elders are using their power to take away the emotions of the people. When the families share their feelings, the parents are able to make the children’s emotions more subdued and not as angry or sad. When The Giver is giving Jonas new memories, Jonas gets a memory with a family in it. He experiences love for the first time.“ ‘Love.’ It was a word and concept new to him,” (Lowry, p. 105). This quote shows that Jonas has no comprehension of what love is. The Elders took all of the love out of the Community when they started giving pills for Stirrings and when they have parents make their children’s emotions more subdued. His parent’s marriage wasn’t based on love at all. It was based on a compatibility test on a computer, which doesn’t mean that they will fall in love. They might fall in love later in their marriage, but that seems unlikely because of how they were married, being pushed together with no previous knowledge of each other. Even if they do fall in love later, it would definitely be expressed in a different way, and might not even be recognized as love. When Jonas asks his mom and dad later in the book if they love him, they are shocked and don’t know how to answer at all. They say that they are proud of his accomplishments and they like to be around him, but they avoid the word love completely. He likes Fiona, but I don’t think that he loves her yet, especially when he is still taking the pills. There is not one place in his Community where he could have witnessed love, except in the memories given to him by the Giver. This relates to the theme utopia. In our society, we experience love in all of our daily lives. For example, I love my family. But in the world that Lois Lowry has created, the Elders took away all of the love, and therefore, all of the individuality and replaced it with monotony and “Sameness.” When you take away all of the individuality, you would be able to create a utopia because there would be no conflicts. Not only do the Elders enforce monotonous feelings throughout the people’s lives, they also raise the children to not have normal emotions to start with.

The Elders in Jonas’s Community are able to have the parents raise the children to not have emotions. Instead of knowledge and feelings, the children are ignorant to the bad things in their Community, like the complete power of the Elders. They still have some feelings, but they are sort of muted, not really what we know emotions to be like in our world. When Jonas is talking to The Giver, they start to talk about Fiona and how she was raised. “Feelings are not part of the life she’s learned,” (Lowry, p. 126). This quote is showing that children in the Community are raised to not have normal emotions. In this society, the children are raised to be normal. There is nothing different about anyone. One of the things that make us each individual in our world is our emotions, because no one has the exact same emotions as anyone else. In the society that Lowry created, most people’s emotions are the same and that is the norm. When Jonas stops taking his pills and starts to feel some of the emotions that we feel, he starts to become more of an individual. The longer the book goes on, the more feeling he starts to experience. Therefore, the more emotions that people have and the more they express them, the more of an individual the person is.

Jonas’s Community functions on the idea that all of the emotions of the people have been taken away by the Elders. As long as the Elders are able to do this, they are able to keep the utopia that they want. In Jonas’s Community, the people don’t have the same emotions that we have regularly. The Elders have taken the emotions out by giving pills and having the parents calm the children down when they have any feelings that are out of the ordinary. When there aren’t any emotions in the world, everyone becomes the same and no one has anything special about them. Emotions are what make us different as people. No two people have the exact same emotions at the exact same time. The reason that we have conflicts in our world is because of difference. The reason we have war and racism and sexism is because we are not all the same. When the difference is taken out of the world, there is no conflict, but there is also no love. When a world has no love, people close off because they don’t care specifically about anyone or anything. Can you imagine living in a world where you don’t have a special connection with anyone? Without love, the world becomes bland and becomes a dystopia. Lowry is saying that we need our emotions to function as a society.

Shabanu News

In humanities, we made articles and newscasts. In my group, we talked about weather and the sandstorm in the Cholistan desert, but we also interviewed Shabanu and Dadi.

 

SHABANU NEWS ARTICLE

There have been some interesting weather patterns throughout Pakistan recently. But the main story has been the sandstorm that covered all 10,200 square miles of the Cholistan Desert. Some families have had to deal with the sand covering tobas and animals and family members blowing away in the harsh winds. We interviewed two residents of the Cholistan Desert. Shabanu and Dalil Abassi. Here are some things that happened during the sandstorm according to Shabanu:

“The night that the [sandstorm] happened, I was sleeping and my sister, Phulan woke me up. I thought that my skin [because of the sand], was being pierced by a thousand needles.” The storm’s high winds prevented Shabanu from seeing anything until the winds subsided. Her luck didn’t turn out very well.

“We found that our camel, Mithoo, Sher-Dil, our dog and my grandfather were all gone. The storm injured Shabanu’s grandfather fatally, but he was found alive under sand. He survived for a few days. He died in his sleep. After talking to Shabanu, we interviewed Dalil Abassi, Shabanu’s father. It was a very scary moment for him because he was the head of the family. He had to make sure that everyone was safe.

“When the storm hit, I was very scared. Not for me, but for my family. I didn’t want anything to happen to them.” They stayed inside and waited out the storm. Somehow, Dalil’s father blew away. “I was very scared [for my father], but I knew Allah would save him.”

We also talked to Dalil about his other daughter, Phulan’s wedding. “I wasn’t worried that the storm would hurt the wedding. “I knew that Phulan wanted this very much, and I knew she would do to what she had to do [to make the wedding happen]. Let’s all send Shabanu and her family our best wishes.

 

SHABANU SCRIPT

Newscasters: Breaking news!!!!!

Harvey: There has been a very intense sandstorm in the Cholistan desert.

Grace: The storm covered all 10,200 square miles of the desert. Tobas have dried up, camels have gone missing, and families have lost members.

Harvey: Today, we are going to give you an exclusive look into one of the Cholistan residents, Shabanu Abassi.  Welcome to our show, Shabanu!

Zoe: Hello and thank you for having me on your show.

Grace: It’s so nice to have you here.

Zoe: It’s so nice to be here!

Harvey: So, today we are going to ask you some questions about the sandstorm that hit your home.

Zoe: Ok.

Grace: What was your first reaction to the sandstorm?

Zoe: Well, the night that it happened I was sleeping and my sister, Phulan, woke me up. I thought that my skin was being pierced by a thousand needles.

Harvey: When you looked around, was anyone missing?

Zoe: I couldn’t see anything until the storm subsided, and then we found that my camel, Mithoo, Sher-Dil, our dog, and my grandfather were all gone.

Grace: We also heard that your grandfather has passed away. Are you willing to share anything with us?

Zoe: Yes, I am, even though it was sad for me. When I found my grandfather’s body, all I wanted to do was scream. I wanted to scream for the rest of my life. My grandfather was a very big part in my life and it was really hard to let him go.

Harvey: Well, we are very sorry for your loss.

Grace: Well, we will be back in just a minute, after this short commercial. Stay tuned!

Harvey: So, welcome back.

Grace: Let’s all thank Shabanu for coming into be on our show!

Zoe: Goodbye!

Harvey: Now, we are going to meet Shabanu’s father, Dalil Abassi.

Grace: Hello Dalil.

Dora: Hello!

Harvey: We would like to talk to you about the sandstorm. What are your thoughts?

Dora: When the storm hit, I was very scared. Not for me, but for my family. I didn’t want anything to happen to them.

Grace: How did you keep safe?

Dora: Well, we stayed in the mud hut and prayed that we would all be okay. Thankfully, Allah saved us.

Harvey: That’s wonderful. When you found your father, what were your thoughts?

Dora: I was very scared again, but I hoped that Allah would save him.

Harvey:Were you worried that the storm would ruin the wedding?

Dora: I wasn’t worried that the storm would hurt the wedding. I knew that Phulan wanted this very much, and I knew she would do what she had to do.

Grace: On a different topic, we know that you and your family are nomads. Is it hard for you to move from place to place, and leave homes behind?

Dora: Well, it is hard, but I know that it is best for the family. I know that we need water to survive.  

Grace: Well, thank you for coming to our show!

Dora: Goodbye!

Harvey and Grace: Tune in tomorrow for more news!    

SHABANU NEWSCAST LINK

Shabanu Newscast

Zoe’s Phulan Blog Post

How To Make a Wedding Dress:

I can’t believe that I’m already planning my wedding! It seems like it was just days ago that I would sit in my bed and think about my wedding. One time, my mother yelled at me for day dreaming. “Phulan, stop daydreaming and bring more milk,” she said. The thing that I would think about the most would be my wedding dress. I always imagined that it would be beautiful. I’m sure that I’m not the only bride to be in Pakistan who has to sew their own dress, so I have a few tips for making your wedding dress.

Here they are:

There is lot’s of embroidery on traditional Pakistani wedding dresses, and all of that should be done with silk thread, to enhance the beauty.

Zardozi is the detailed applique that you see on so many wedding dresses these days. If you want your wedding dress to be in the height of fashion, than you should definitely use zardozi.

Cut dana are the small beads that are sewn on as a border or extra pattern.  Cut dana can be VERY hard to use, but it still makes the dress even prettier. When sewing with cut dana, you must loop the thread through the bead multiple times, if you want the bead to stay on.

My last tip is about the shape. It should be a very tight bodice with a very full skirt. It also should have small, short sleeves. The color should be something rich and deep, like red or dark blue. This is to symbolize growing older and being more mature. You can’t use childish colors, like pink or yellow.

I am making my dress with my mother and it has been a great bonding time for both of us, before I have to leave my home.  I hope you all love your wedding dresses!

 

 

Diary Entry:

It seems so strange, to be thinking about my wedding. It seems so far away, but so near as well. I have a strange mixture of feelings. I cannot decide which way is better. I cannot wait to leave this place, to start a new life with my new husband! I will get to start a family of my own and build a new life. I will live up to what Mama and Dadi expect of me. I will become a mother. Of boys, I hope. Sharma says I will. But what if I don’t? What if I have girls? Then who will work? I know that I am just being nervous, but what if that happens? What if I end up like Mama? That might not be a bad thing, but what if it is?

I hope that Hamir is kind to me. He is wild, like the wind, like Shabanu.  I hope that I have the same luck that Mama had with Dadi.

Then, the other part of me wants to stay home. I will have to abandon the camels, the mud hut, the chapatis, Auntie and her boys. Mama and Dadi. I will have to leave them. I don’t know how I will be able to deal with that. Then, there is Shabanu. She cares for me in a way that no one else does. ” ‘ Don’t worry.’ I say, smoothing Phulan’s hair and kissing her tears.” She is the only thing that keeps me happy. What if I never see her again?

I want to believe that I will see them again, that that part of my life isn’t over, but I know it is .

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry

In humanities, we have started to write poems. This year, I’ve written 4 poems. One of the poems that I’m very proud of is a haiku. I really like writing haikus because they are short and very specific. This is my haiku:

The crisp autumn breeze.

Wind whistles through the branches.

Leaves fall to the ground.

The main challenge of writing this poem was syllables. I wanted to have other words, like instead of ground I wanted to say pavement. Since you can only have 5 syllables, then 7, then 5, I had to find away to work around extra syllables. Autumn is my favorite season, so it was fun to write about that.

The other poem that I am proud of is called Glass Ceiling. I wrote this poem with Margaret. We have submitted it to the NYPL contest. This is the poem:

They’re standing up there,

Triumphantly

I wonder,

How did this happen?

If I had been born differently, would it be different?

Would I be triumphant?
Instead of sitting here,

Watching their success.

That should have been mine.

Why are they standing there?

Not even breaking a sweat,

While I’m down here, sweating hard,

Earning 79 cents to their dollar.

I would raise my voice if I thought it would make any difference.

But as I look up at them, and they work ignorantly, I realize,

They feel no remorse for me,

They only care for their own prosperity,

That could have been mine.

They say I’m not working hard enough,

Deep down, I’m wondering if it’s true,

If they really are working harder than I am,

And as I sit beneath them,

I ask myself why,

I’m looking up at a glass ceiling while they look at the sky.

I really like this poem because it sums up my feelings on the subject of sexism. That is one of the things that I love about poetry. Sometimes I feel like I can’t talk about some subjects out loud, but then when I write poetry about it, it seems like it’s easier to talk about. One challenge that I faced while writing this poem was words. For example, there were plenty of times when we wanted to use “glass ceiling,” but we also wanted to save that for the end, to make it more powerful.

I am really proud of all my poetry, and I can’t wait to write more!

Street Performer Writing Piece

This year in humanities, we have been writing creative writing pieces. This is one of my favorite pieces that I have written. I like it because I think it is a really good example of my best work. I like writing about things that could never happen to me. I used descriptive language and show don’t tell.

 

I woke up, rubbed my eyes and turned off my alarm clock. It was 5:00. Another morning in New York. Work. I sat up and dragged myself out of bed. I felt like a slug, but I had to go to work. I put on my light blue t-shirt and slipped into my black legging. It took what felt like 12 hours to walk the short hallway to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast. My back still ached from yesterday, when I had done 6 back handsprings in a row. My kitchen was barely big enough to move in. I absent-mindedly rubbed the calluses on my hand as I took out the frying pan. Even a simple task like cracking an egg hurt. I sat down at the table with my fried eggs and toast. I felt a soft paw brush against my foot and I sat up straight, as I always did when my cat, Mittens, said hello in the mornings. I picked her up and put her on my lap. She was all white with grey paws that made it look like she was wearing mittens.

“Hello, Mittens. How was your night?” I asked softly. She meowed in response.

Suddenly, I glanced at the time. It was 5:15. I had exactly 15 minutes to brush my hair, brush my teeth, put on my shoes, walk 6 blocks, and take the E train 9 stops to my job. At 5:30, my normal group of early tourists would come and I would perform for them. If I missed that slot, the next slot would be at 6:00 and the tourists then weren’t as friendly. I did all of the tasks in record time and made it there by 5:39. Luckily, the tourist were still there, looking around Washington Square Park. I did a few back flips and a few back handsprings, which hurt so much, like someone had twisted my back into knots. I put down my Mets cap and waited for people to fork over a few coins and help me get a decent dinner.

Suddenly, it started raining. Not just drizzling, but pouring. I grabbed my hat and sprinted to the closest awning I could find. I watched people rushing by, with the first things they could find to keep them dry. I slowly turned around, wondering where I was. The first thing I saw was a diamond necklace. It out shone all of the other jewelry by far. It looked magical, just sitting there. I looked in closer and suddenly I banged my head against the glass. As I was rubbing my forehead, I caught a glimpse of someone. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. All I saw were two piercing green eyes. They seemed to glow in the dark store window. Suddenly, an old memory came to my mind. One that I hadn’t thought of in years.

I was standing by a stream and my childhood best friend, Jane, came running up to me. I was just looking into the stream, as if something had just swam by. I just remember seeing a glint in the water. As soon as I saw it, it was gone. Jane took my hand and we walked back to the house together. She had the same green eyes as the person in the store.

I shook my head and the eyes were gone. I must have imagined it. The rain had stopped, so I tentatively took a step out from under the awning. The ground was slippery and I couldn’t work, so I decided to just go home.

Who The Heck Are You? Process

In humanities we are doing a writing piece called “Who The Heck Are You?” It is really cool because we choose a person that we want to interview and we get to learn more about them. I had to come up with a bunch of questions that will let everyone no more about the person. I decided to interview Joanne Magee, the drama teacher. I decided that because she tells us really funny stories about her life, and I just want to know more about her. The theme of my questions is childhood and her job. I think I have some really creative questions that will tell the people reading my piece more about her. Here are my questions:

What’s your birthday?

Where did you grow up?

Did you like growing up there?

How many siblings do you have?

Did you get along with your siblings?

Which sibling did you get along with the best?

Did you get along with your siblings?

Did you ever break any limbs? How?

Did you stay friends with any of your childhood friends?

What did you want to be when you grew up?

When did you realize that you wanted to be a drama teacher?

Who were your role models? Why?

What is your favorite childhood memory?

Where did you go to college? Did you like it there?

What was your first job?

What is your favorite production that you ever put on?

Why was it your favorite?

If you could take credit for being the director of any show that was ever on Broadway, what would it be? Why?

If you could meet anyone, who would it be? Why?

If you could travel to any place in time, what would it be? Why?

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