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Day 1
Clariss
She shined bright as the sun above, and spewed lust from her pores and it didn’t go unnoticed. The boys they loved her, and tried hard to have her but she would just look and laugh. She was completely aware of her beauty, cocky to say the least. Though she only stood 4 foot 11, her talent stood tall, making her stick out from the crowd. She was a singer and played the guitar, a double whammy. Her name was Clariss, one like no other, one that practically explained her with the role of the tongue Clariss; The girl with the guitar.
Clariss had many goals set in life, she wanted to become a famous singer. One day while Clariss was walking through the city with her guitar a man stopped her and said “Hello Ma’am, I just wanted to tell you that you are one of the best looking woman I have ever seen.” Clariss, unsure whether to accept the compliment gives the man a strange look, “I am so sorry I should have introduced myself, Hi I’m Adam, Adam Rote. I couldn’t help but notice you carrying a guitar. Do you play?” “Yes,” Clariss replies “I also sing a bit” Ecstatic the man says,” I work for MTV and I was wondering if you were interested in coming in for a photo shoot?” Clariss overwhelmed with emotions is speechless for a second and then she snaps back into reality “OF COURSE I will come for a photo shoot” she squeals. “Great! I’ll send a limo to your place around 5:30 be ready. No need to get dressed up, they’ll take care of you when you arrive. Sound good?” “Absolutely, that sounds wonderful. Don’t you need to know where I live?” Clariss asks. “Don’t you worry about that, I have it all under control” Adam says as he walks away.
Clariss in utter shock begins calling everybody she knows, telling them all the big news. Although Adam tells her not to dress up she spends all day doing so. An hour on her hair, 45 minutes on her make up, and an hour and a half to choose the right outfit. The times now 4:45 p.m and Clariss is growing anxious. She paces through her house as if she were getting paid to do so. She tries everything to kill the time, reading a book, watching a TV show, eating food but nothing seems to kick it. The time is now 5:15 p.m, 15 minutes to go and the nerves have gotten to Clariss she panics, a glimpse of black and she drops to floor.
When Clariss awakes she is highly confused as to what happened, but she doesn’t forget her appointment with Adam. She looks at the clock, the time is now 7:30 p.m, flustered and nervous she rushes to the phone to call the MTV head quarters to see if there is any way she can reschedule. “Hello, thank you for calling Music Televisions headquartes, this is Pam speaking how may I help you?” says the woman on the phone, Clariss takes a deep breath and begins to speak, “HI my name is Clariss Barber, today when I was walking a man named Adam Rote stopped me and asked me to do a photoshoot, he told me he would send me a limo around 5:30 but my nerves got to me and———” “Wait, wait, wait…” the woman interrupts “what was this man’s name again?” “Adam, Adam Rote” Clariss recites. There was a long pause until the woman says, “I’m afraid we don’t have any workers in the building under the name of Adam Rote.” “….what? I’m telling you this man stopped—-” “Ma’am” the woman interupts again. “I already told you we have nobody in our building named Adam Rote, I’m sorry but this appears to be a scam. I wish you the best, have a good day.” Click. The phone goes mute as Clariss sits confused and heart broken. “A scam?” She says to herself in disbelief. “A scam.”
six word memoir
Time's flying by, I'm not ready.
Caden Sidoti
Informative - Song Writing
On December 20th we were introduced to a singer/song writer named Erin. She had once attended our school, and was a familiar face to many. Erin came in with her instruments and taught us the basics of them and how to song write she shared with us where she gets her inspiration and how she goes about writing them. On the first day Erin asked us what kind of music we were into, and what our favorite parts from them were whether lyrical or instrumental Erin then had us brainstorm ideas of what we would like to write about and how we were going to go about it. Whether we wanted to sing it, rap it, scream it. However you pleased. We would sit in class and strum guitars trying to get a feel for new instruments. We would play the piano and make beats all together as a class. Some days we would just lollygag, and you could tell that this would sometimes get under Erin's skin. In Sarnacki's class we were assigned to write a solo piece, in Wygal's class we were assigned to write a collaboration. Both of these pieces we would have to perform in order to get a grade. With short time we had to make the best of it. In attempt to do the best she could and get to every body Erin would constantly take kids into the hallway to work with them where they would be more comfortable she also was open to collaborating with students and/or playing the guitar for them as they sang. Some people took this project more seriously than others, and those were the people whos songs turned out the best. Some students are more musically talented than the rest, and those are the people who you would want to do a collaboration with. Erin made it a point to make us focus on what we had to do, she would not help a person if they didn't want to help themselves. On performance day it was time to get down to business, Sarnacki set up the video camera in the corner of the class, and Erin set up the mic in the middle of the room. I'm sure in that moment, the nerves set in for many. We started with groups, possibly to make it easier to actually persue and loosen us up before we had to go up alone. Everyone had to be silent and the door guarded because the littlest sound could be picked up on the high tech mic that she had. As the groups ended it was time to start the solos, the scariest part for all of us. A lot of us just got it over with, and a few of us ran from it. After performances were over, Erin added all of our songs onto a CD as if it is our own FA Seminar Album. I'm sure it meant a lot to many of us, at least it did me but it meant more to be able to participate in something that most people love so much; music. Our last day of Erin being with us was our last day of recording, we tried to make it as special as possible reminding her how thankful we were for her presence. Learning how to write and perform music was a huge oppurtunity for all of us, and it is something that will stick with us for the rest of our lives.
Caden Sidoti
Narrative - Song Writing
Before Christmas break we were brought into the library where we were introduced to a lovely young woman named Erin via Skype. At first glance of Erin you could tell the kind soul she was, you can feel the warmth from her smile and immediately I was excited. Before we said our good byes Erin asked us to at least have something written before she came to visit that way she could help us rather than stare at a blank page. About a week later when we came back from break Erin was in our class, instruments in hand and that warm smile intact. She was ready to work, Erin had pulled us out one by one into the hallway to go over what we had written. I myself had written a rap about Bliss for my english class that I decided to use as a sample. When I sat down on the floor with her, I could already tell that she was going to be a person I enjoyed being around another person that will add some excitement to my day. I rapped my song to her with sweaty palms and fidgiting feet, skipping over parts that I felt were too repetitive and annoying at the end she applauded me and was sure to tell me how much she enjoyed it. After we spoke on my rap a bit she allowed me to use her MacBook to use garageband. Garageband is a program where you can go and create your own beats to go along to your lyrics, it was easier said than done. There were a bunch of loops in which you could use that all contained different sounds, different rhythms, and they all fired up different ideas. You think you like one thing, then you hear another and suddenly your song goes from pop to country in a split second. There were buttons that you had to know, but I never learned. I basically just picked sounds that I liked and added them to each section and let it all come together. In the art half of FA Seminar we had to write a solo piece and in the english half we were to do a collaboration. For the collaboration I decided to work with Barnes...Riley Barnes. Together we decided that we were going to write about--as these young kids say-- "haters" and how much we dislike fake people. Riley and I made a groovy beat on garage band to rap to, using an electric bass and the occasional violin. Later on Gabby was added to our group where she incorporated her own taste using a drum in which she would sit on and play. For my solo I decided to rap about my ex girlfriend who once was my world. It was about moving on, letting go, and finding bliss in the simplest things life has to offer such as a kiss. I originally made a beat on garageband but after playing around on youtube one day with my friend Aliyah we came across this beat that I was more than interested to rap to. To be completely honest, I wrote both of my raps the night before we had to perform them. The day of the performances I was so nervous (also sick), I would feel my bones quivering in my body. But with a look at Riley and a glimpse of Erin I was ready. We got up to the mic and the beat began I took the first verse and riley took the second. Gabby who sounded amazing on her drums sat silently next to me, praying for this to end. Riley had written his rap that day earlier in the mod, he was asking for trouble. Although he stumbled with his words a few time and let out a few curse words, it was still a hit and our friends loved it and to us that was all that mattered. I had practiced my solo the night before one hundred times over I figured if I was going to do it, I was going to do it right I stayed up to 3 in the morning that night making sure everything was perfect, making sure I stayed on beat and it portrayed my message. When it came time for my solo I could feel my knees buckling right under my body for support Riley, Aliyah, G'Andre, and John came up and assisted me with the chorus in which had to be repeated twice. They made me feel extra comfortable and I felt I was ready to go when the beat started I could feel the lack of confidence sweating from my face and suddenly the words began to pour. Verse one. Chorus. Verse two. Chorus. Verse three. Chorus. The end, it's over. I wrote it, I rapped it, I owned it. And I could never be more excited and happy with myself. In that moment I felt joy, I felt ecstatic, I felt unstoppable, Erin had taken me out of my musical shell and made me realize what I was capable of. The world of music will forever stick with me, but this time I'll be the one making it.
Caden Sidoti
Narrative - Dance
In december FA Seminar started a modern dance unit with two dancers of Ellen Sinapoli's dance company. Claire who was normally in charge of everything was everyones least favorite she was a rude, stuck up person who overall didn't understand the friendships and personalities of our class. Andre on the other hand always found himself in the back of Claire but we all noticed him and his impressive flexible body. Andre was fun to joke with, unlike Claire he had a sense of humor and found a few of us rather funny. In the couple of weeks that we worked with them I learned how to move my body to words and not just music. I learned how to interact with people through movement, and during this a lot of people opened up and ways that they hadn't before. We had to all become comfortable enough with one another to be able to dance and humiliate ourselves on the dance floor, there was no room to judge just room for improvement. My favorite part of the modern dance unit was playing hacky sack with Sarnacki and others, I feel like it helped him and I connect on a level I didn't see with him. For him I think dance was rather exciting and it was something he looked forward to and I was happy to be able to share that with him and the rest of my classmates. He choreographed a dance for Wygal and himself, to me it came off as he was her father releasing her to the cruel world and eventually winning her back after she ran free. Dance taught me how to tell and take a story from the body and not just the words. Through out the dance unit I learned some techniques that I continue to perform through out my house on a daily basis. One of my favorites was the mirroring because it is always fun to see something or someone doing the same thing as you with out it actually being you, it also looked really awesome from the audience perspective. Dance is a way of life for some people which is why I understand why Claire took it so seriously, but to us it was just for fun, for a grade. Nothing more. We always made the best out of what they had assigned us whether it was throwing around a ball (and not being able to laugh), or prancing from one side of the hallway to another, we always managed to have a good time. Although I wasn't able to perform in the final performance all of the dances from my fellow classmates were amazing and showed such talent; who would have thought you could put a group of kids together and turn them into modern dancers? I feel like this unit opened my eyes and introduced me to a world of dance that I wasn't aware of it made me appreciate the simple things that the body can perform, and the complex things your mind can unravel. About a week or two after the final performances Ellen Sinapoli invited us to attend their show at the Egg in Albany. A few of my friends and I got all classy with our dress up clothes and took the oppurtunity to see the show, it was so beautiful. You could look at Sarnacki and see how excited he was to have us there, how proud he was to call us his students. Seeing Andre up on the stage doing what he does best made me ecstatic, it made me realize that you can do anything if you tried, that I myself could be on that stage rolling around, jumping, and dipping making wonderful pictures in the minds of others with my body, and their words. During the dances I could pick out the techniques that they had taught us previous to the show, it made me happy to know that it was something I could do. It was an amazing oppurtunity meeting the dancers of Ellen Sinapoli and even Ellen Sinapoli herself, and it is something that I wouldn't mind trying again in the future.
Informative Dance
ROUGH DRAFT
Caden Sidoti
On November 27th 2012 F.A Seminar was introduced to the world of modern dance through dancers Andre and Claire. Modern dance is a style of theatrical dance the rejects the limitations of classic ballet and favors movement that has expression of inner feelings. Andre and Claire were dancers for the Ellen Sinapoli Dance Company. Claire who was more on the conservative side taught us a lot of what we learned. On the first day Andre and Claire introduced us to a dance where we stood in lines and pranced to the other side of the room, jumping and spinning in between. We would perform these stretches where we would slowly roll our bodies down section by section starting with the head ending with a plie’. To plie’ you must bend your knees but keep your back straight, this is a term normally used in ballet. We got into asymmetrical and symmetrical shapes where we were put into groups and we had to form shapes around one another. That day we were assigned to go home and create our own dance. Days after, we were instructed to write poems that were similar in format and style of E.E Cummings and Allen Ginsberg poems. Allen Ginsberg, whose poems followed a distinct beat, gave us a rhythmic route that made it easier to follow. To his poems you could flow, practically make a song of your own. E.E Cummings followed more of an imagery path, where with his words and our movement we could make pictures
You drink to forget the things you don't want to remember, yet you drink to remember the things you don't want to forget. The warm liquor hitting the back of your throat leaving trails of regret and sorrow and todays fucked up festivities.
My bones literally shake knowing that my life could be gone in an instant. A sleepless night as I lay in my girlfriends bed, with her mom in the door way. Her beauty unimaginable, i stare in awe as her blank, emotionless face comes close to mine and leaves an imprint that will last a life time. The last time I see her. The last words I hear, the last breaths she takes. Morning. Her body limp on the warm bed, her face purple with regret. Her life gone in a flash. DEATH. Death we scream, death we honor, death we hide from, death who consumes us. Its cold fingers wrap around the throats of many holding them down like a anchor out at sea, taking loved ones from the arms of others and breaking hearts making up for the one it lacks. Death, a creature shaped with many faces. Death, the answer to some peoples questions. Death, the end to us all.
All I ask if for a friend that's worth my time. I try so hard and go so far just to make sure that you're happy. To make sure that I am the best friend that I can be. To make sure that you never feel less than, like you mean something to someone and always had a shoulder to cry on. I was there for you, I opened my arms as if I were your diary, I opened my heart and let you bury me in your problems. I took them on for you. You meet people and you get close, and you swear they will be the best friends you will have, you swear that it's a forever type of thing that you're going to move in together one day and be so happy but then they forget all about you. They don't care about you, people only care for themselves. In this generation it's hard to find a trust worthy person. Its hard to find someone who will open up to you, and take you in as you do them. Its hard to find a genuine heart to mend yours to. It's hard to find a smiling face that reassures you that there is happiness in life, that there is meaning to the word Friendship. Friendship. Friendship. Friends ship and sail at sea before crashing and sinking into a dark depth of lies and rumors. They speak to one another through thick air and pursed lips, leaving out the bits they'd really like to share. Envious stares and trembeling hands mock the defininiton
shits and giggles
propagandakills
Wandering minds and trapped thoughts
Love without any spark.
You’re here today and gone tomorrow,
our love has dwindled like a burning candle.
As if a brutal freezing winter slaps you in the face
you don’t know what to do but stay in place.
you hope for the best, and you expect the worst
but you know at the end of the day you’ll always be hers
we fight to make it work
we fight to make it stop
we fight to get over it
we fight on the spot
well im tired of fighting
and i’m tired of pain
i want to let you go but there really is no way.
i love you too much to see you hurt so bad
i know if it were me i’d end up dead.
i don’t know what to do because i’m jaded with love
i find myself in this battle with tension and lust.
i don’t know whether to leave you or keep you as mine
just know that i love you, but i think it’s our time.
I don’t know what I’m saying, I’m just spilling these words.
They mean nothing like the end of my curls.
Stress and shame, playing so many games
I can’t help but flirt and do, cause girls are like my food
I love them so much It’s hard to stop.
But I just put myself on the spot.
I know I love you which is why the things I’m saying is so fucked up
but in all honesty, is love enough?
we’re not happy at all, we’re destined to take that fall.
but I’ll stay till you’re ready and love my hardest.
I know I’m terrible but this is what you started.
This poem is all over, cause I’m pretty much just lollygaggin
I don’t think I can call this a poem because my words are slacking.
Leaving Behind Reflection
Leaf 3 has broken at the edge, it's no good, let the wind take it away. Longer than the rest because I've always been taller I always felt self conscience about it until now I'm letting it go. I feel more confident. Leaf two goes far, speaking to me. Is it time to let go? I love her to pieces. She's my protector, as I said before the keeper of my sacred place. But lately I'm felling like "love" doesn't last forever, and you can only hold on to something for so long. Life is waiting for me, and in a way she's holding me back. Leaf 5 and 6 look much alike. The smaller leaf (5) I named it happineses cause' that's what I strive for, but it's what I have the least of. I hope to find happiness one day, I know it's not going to come easy but I am going to do whatever it takes to be happy. Letting go, I realize that life is a everyday struggle and it's something I'm going to have to continue to work for and never give up on. Leaf one bends over, and has vines that stick out like a spine, I named this one anger. Cause I imagined it to be an old grumpy man who is miserable all the time. I want to work to let this go because it is something that holds me back in life. I have ran people out of my life, and hurt people that I love. And letting this leaf go I am making a promise to myself to take a step in changing my anger and keeping calm in bad situations.
Purpose of Big Fish
I think the purpose of the movie was to teach a lesson. I learned to not, not believe a story one tells you. I also think it was to make a person believe nothing is impossible. I don't think I can write a whole page on this movie. I can say that I enjoyed it and the messages it portrayed taught me to have an open mind.
Favorite Sentences HOMS
The House on Mango Street
"Temporary, says Papa. But I know how those things go."
Hairs
"...sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe..."
Boys & Girls
"Someday I will have a best friend all of my own."
My Name
"She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow."
Cathy; Queen of Cats
"How do I know this is so? She told me so."
Our Good Day
"Cathy is tugging my arm and I know whatever I do next will make her mad forever."
Laughter
"I'm not even sure why I thought it, but it seemed to feel right."
Gil's Furniture Bought & Sold
"It's like all of a sudden he let go a million moths all over the dusty furniture and swan-neck shadows in our bones."
Meme Ortiz...if I had to pick one.
"Down at the base of the tree, the dog with two names bark into the empty air..."
Louie His Cousin & His Other Cousin
"Marin screamed and we ran down the block to where the cop car's siren spun a dizzy blue."
Those Who Don't
"...he's fat boy, though he's not fat anymore nor a boy."
There was an Old Woman...
"...and almost break like fancy museum vases you can't replace"
Alicia who sees Mice
"...is afraid of nothing except four-legged fur. And fathers."
Darius & the Clouds
"You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enought sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful still, we take what we can get and make the best of it."
And Some More
"There's that wide puffy cloud that looks like your face when you wake up after falling asleep with all your clothes on."
The Family of Little Feet
"We are tired of being beautiful."
A Rice Sandwich
"I'm no spartan and hold up an anemic wrist to prove it."
"Where is my favorite daughter you would cry, and when I came home finally at 3 p.m you would appreciate me."
Chanclas
"All night the boy who is a man watches me dance. He watched me dance."
Hips
"Hips are scienctific-they bloom like roses."
First Job
"He had nice eyes and I didn't feel so nervous anymore."
Papa...Tired in Dark
"I hold and hold and hold him."
Born Bad
"..and then we began to dream the dreams."
Elanita, Cards, Palm Water
"Baby, I'll look again if you want me too."
Geraldo No Last Name
"...and how was she to know she'd be the last one to see him alive."
Edna's Ruthie"
"The mon is beautiful like a balloon."
Earl of Tennesse
"Wears a felt hat-winter or summer-hot or cold, doesn't matter."
Sire
"Everything is holding its breath inside me."
Four Skinny Trees
"They grow up and grow down, and grab the earth between their hairy toes and bite the sky with violent teeth and never quit their anger."
No Speak English
"he not here, for the landlord, no speak english for anyone else and holy smokes."
Juice on Tuesday
"...locked indoors because her husband is afraid she will run away since she is too beautiful to look at."
Sally
"What do you think when you close your eyes like that?"
Minerva Writes Poems
"Minerva cries because her luck is unlucky."
Bums in the Attic
"I am tired of looking at what we can't have."
Beautiful + Cruel
"I have begun my own quiet war.
A Smart Cookie
"...and sings with velvety lungs powerful asmorningglories."
What Sally Said
"A girl that big, a girl who comes in with her pretty face
all beaten and black cant be falling off the stairs.”
· The Monkey Garden
“this is where I wanted to die, and where I tried one day, but not even the monkey garden would have me.”
· Red Clowns
“Why did you leave me all alone? I waited my whole life.”
· Linoleum Roses
“She married him in another state where it’s legal to get married before the eighth grade.”
· Mango Good-bye
“…and so she trudged up the wooden stairs her sad brown shoes taking her to the house she never liked.”
· The 3 Sisters
“I felt ashamed for having made such a selfish wish.”
· Edna’s Steps
“…no, this isn’t my house I say and shake my head as if it could undo the year I’ve lived here.”
· House of My Own.
“Clean as paper before the poem.”
Imagery Field Trip
Cars
Wind
Hot sun
Smells fresh
Car produced winds
Construction work
Stupid whispers (Eli)
Saw
The begining of fall
Whistle
Bare tress
Dead leaves
Bigmode
Crackling of leaves
Eli's Fart
I can smell the cold
Hard concrete ground
Butterfly
Leaves blowing around
HOT
Motorcycle
Insects
The smell of the grass.
Breeze
6 word memoir #1
I don't know where to go.
When I have a daughter.
When I have a daughter she'll know no hunger, no hunger for food, no hunger for knowledge. I'll be sure to tell her the things schools fail to tell you like yes, love comes, but it also goes. And yes 2+2=4, but me and you equal the stars. My daughter will know before her time, The times, John Lennon, May he rest in heaven. If that even exists. But who am I to bitch cause I'm a glitch that god sent to earth, but when I have a daughter she'll see how bad it hurts to have a life that you swear has been cursed. I'll stand her back on her feet and tell her Baby look at me, this life is yours but you have to take it one step at a time remember youre mine, through every obstacle keep these words in mind Life is short and you are tall, just as long as you give it your all. You'll have the beauty of a model and the power of a queen, and you'll never be alone cause you'll always have me. So reach for the stars and touch every planet, I'll give you the life I wanted even if i didn't plan it.
House on Mango Street Project.
Anxiety sets in and butterflies are let out.
The feeling I dread to feel, the thoughts I fight not to hear.
This box that holds my hope, my soul, my peace, is so close to see
but is out of my reach.
It calls my name so loud and clear, I cringe and shake but nobody's here.
I remember there's hope in that little box I can't seem to grope.
The music plays to the butterflies fluttering wings,
I can't say a word I can barely scream.
It brings me to a night when all faith was lost.
I gotta get that box before it's gone.
I try so hard and get so far but when I get there it's already gone.
Anxiety took it and it took me too.
My music box has been consumed.
My Sacred Place.
Imagine love as a lotion
a bit cold to the touch
but as you rub it in it grows warmer,
as if spring were knocking at your door.
Like a fresh warm blanket on a freezing winters night
she makes me feel comfortable within myself
and makes me realize that I am worth something
like diamonds to a bank I am forever accepted, safe, and loved.
Your heart pounds and butterflies flow through your body
like wind through Autumn trees.
And in that moment it hits me
like a bat to a ball, a hammer to a nail,
She's the one.
The holder of my sacred place.