Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Pacific Cartel

Maria S.
English Per.2
04/21/2011

Pacific Cartel
         People are facing many social problems and one of those is the growing Mexican drug cartels. The Sinaloa, best know as the Pacific Cartel, was founded in 1989 and still exists today.  This cartel began in 1906 and the 
first leader was Pedro Aviles Perez.  He is considered to be 
first generation of major Mexican drug smugglers of marijuana 
who marked the birth of larger scale Mexican drug trafficking.  
The second generation is commanded by Aviles Perez's
nephew Joaquin, known as “El Chapo Guzman “. 
        The second generation Sinaloa traffickers have famous members such 
as: Rafael Caro Quintero , Ernesto Fonseca Carrillo, Miguel 
Anguel Felix Gallardo. Federation is another name for this 
Cartel,which was originated from the coast  of Mexico . The 
Federation was partially splintered when the Beltran Leyva 
brothers broke apart from the Sinaloa cartel.The Sinaloa cartel is associated with the label “Golden Triangle” because the regions of Sinaloa, Durango and Chihuahua form a triangle.  This gang has seventeen states under its control, including: Guanajuato , Michoacan,Colima, Chiapas ,Guerrero ,Zacatecas, Baja California, Baja California Sur , Coahuila , Oaxaca, Queretaro. Hidalgo,Tlaxcala ,Puebla , Mexico city , Morelos. Also they operated in Central America , United States, Colombia and Argentina .
         This cartel has 2000 membership soldiers, their criminal 
activities include trafficking, money laundering , extortion , 
kidnapping , murder and arms trafficking. However they have 
allies and rivals .
       Their rivals are Los Zetas , Beltran Leyva 
cartel , Tijuana cartel, Juarez cartel. Crime is the most urgent concern in Mexico , as Mexican drug trafficking rings play a mayor role in the flow of cocaine, heroine , and marijuana . Drug trafficking and organized crime have also been a major source of violence in Mexico. In many of their fights  
for territory a lot of innocent people died.
         Mexican people are have faced this problem of drug cartels for 
many years. Maybe if they let the people buy whatever they want 
they can finish with this drug cartels problem.

ME

Yazmin M.
Period: 2
Nov. 3, 2010

Me
Expectations, are very high for me pressures coming from parents, friends and school. Being my last year in high school and wanting to do all school activities plus Applications for Universities. It’s a lot on one teenager. My name is Yazmin Martinez I’m seventeen and this is my life. 
I was born on June 28, 1993. My parents are Barbara Perez, and Fidel Martinez. My ethnicity is Cuban. My parents met each other when my mom was a senior in high school they met at “Stars” they fell in love and when my mom turned twenty- one she became pregnant with my older sister Yuvizela Martinez. Four years later I was born. Nine months after I was born my mom was pregnant agian and my little sister Yazandra Martinez was born. My parents got divorced on my sisters birthday August 30, 1995. My parents have been divorced for sixteen years but we are still a very close family. My mom had another baby on March 20, 2007 her name is Yarazely Marie Figueroa; she’s  my half sister but I see her as my own; because her father left her at only ten days old.
I’m the type of person who is is very loud, and out going. I have lots of goals in my life that I want to achieve. Since I was a little  girl I always wanted to be a Teacher or some kind of authority figure at a school. In my sophomore year in high school I finally figured out what I really wanted to be and that’s a high school principal. Since I love bell so much one day I would love to work here and achieve my goal as being principal of Bell High School. I also want to have a PhD in Phycology. I hope to achieve all this in less than ten years. School has always been my first priority.
My very first city activity Cheer I was five and I love it. I learned a lot from these city activities. I learned discipline, work ethics, and teamwork. One of the most important things I learn that I will already remember was when you’re on a team or squad u never leaving a person behind; they’re your own little family. After starting cheer my mom placed me in a Ballet Class.  I loved it because I had something to do on my own because belle is a one-person thing. So I had a very busy schedule on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursday was Cheer and Tuesday and Fridays was belle practice. Because of all my activities when I was little that’s what why I’m so discipline and out going know that I’m older.
I have done all school activities you name it I’ve done it. Some of these activities are The USC Blood Drive, Walk- A-thons, Breast Cancer Walks,  School Dances, Bell Mascot, Water Girl, and Ect. One of the most important to me has got to be Short Flags. I’ve been in Short Flags for two years; I’m the Lieutenant, (we go buy military ranks) this year. Short Flags, is a Drill Team, Dance Team, and Flag Team all in one so it’s great because you get all different sorts of things to do. Life as a flag girl is very hard at times because you have late practices, and its lots of hard work, as Mrs. Pickard always says “Practice makes Perfect” I need to balance  school work, flags, family and other stuff. The girls on my squad have impacted my life in lots of ways. We all have our family problems and it’s nice to know that we have each other to talk to, be our own little family.
My Best Friend, is Jessica Alamo I’ve known her since third grade we went to Corona Elementary together. We’ve had our ups and downs but  we have been there for each other. Friends come and go but we have always been there for each other. She’s a former cheerleader at Bell High School when we were small we participated in a lot of city activities but one of our favorites was cheer. It was fun at the time but little by little I didn’t like it no more,  so I got into flags and she stayed in cheer. Last year she decide that cheer wasn’t fun for her anymore and decide to stop cheering and continue with dance instead.
My other Best Friend is Christian Pineda also known as Pancake is a Varsity Football player at Bell High School. He is the starting center/ guard number sixty-two. I met him at Chester Nimitz Middle School in sixth grade. The football team is currently 8-4. Ever since he started playing football for our high school I’ve bought or gave him food when ever they win. So every football game when we win I buy him a whole “family pack” from stars.
In my senior year of high school I’m currently Most Spirited on A track. I feel honored by winning this award because I have given this school four years of my life and I wouldn’t change these four years for nothing. The Four years I spent here I will always remember the good the bad and the okay. I have met lots of new people at Bell High School some friends for life. In high school I have had my emotional days, happy days, sad days. I’ve grown a lot in these four years and I’m happy I came to Bell and not gone some were else.
I’m scared of the future and what it holds but I’m ready to educate my self even more and achieve my goals in life. I have currently applied to Cal State Los Angeles, Cal State Long Beach, Cal State North Ridge, and Cal State Fullerton. The one I really hope to get into is Cal State North Ridge because I feel like that’s where; I’m supposed to be it’s not to far from home but not to close. All the schools that I applied to have the curriculum I want to pursue my dreams.

Big Punisher

Gary H.
Per.2
4/7/11

Big Punisher

 Well known in the underground rap circuit is Christopher Rios also known as Big Punisher found great success through his ability to flow. Pun possessed skills unmatched by any emcee of his time. His divine use of multi syllable words, tongues twisting vocabulary and raw, fluid like delivery made him a force to be wrecking with. Many critics considered him the combination of Biggie and Pac.
            Punisher grew up as a young arrogant Puerto Rican youth with an incredible talent for rhyming. Pun found it difficult to fit in with the people in his neighborhood, which was predominantly African American. Throughout the course of a rough childhood and many obstacles Chris kept his head high and refused to back down from any challenge, battling in numerous places and earning respect.
            Big Pun suffered from obesity for many years. Once reaching a total weight of 701 pounds.  Throughout adolescence into teen hood he was a physically fit individual and always participating in sports. Later into what had become an amazing short-lived career he lost his battle and eventually passed away. Puns death was a catastrophic blow to the Hip Hop industry and was felt across the nation. His death coming as a result of natural causes not violence marked a day that will never be forgotten by Pun fans.

JUST ME

Geovanny V.
4/21/11
Per. 2

     I am a musician whose passion is learning various types of instruments. I play percussion instruments for example; drums, xylophone, piano, and others.
     I’ve been currently attending the bell high school marching band for four years. I have meet many people and cooperated with everyone. These four years gave me a learning experience and shown me how fun it is to travel and play music.
I plan to achieve this as a goal in my life because I love creating music with anyone and playing for people. I also know that I’ll be able to perform on stage or tour because I have practiced and played with people before in concerts and shows. I started off playing with my brother with two friends. My brother on guitar, my friend, David on bass, and his younger brother, which was also my friend, Damien.
     The finest things about me are sometimes hard to see, however most people see me as a kind, friendly, and funny person. At school, I have a lot of friends, some from my brother too.
     I usually hang out with friends outside when I’m not busy with schoolwork or band practice. I have seen a lot of faces in my life and they have changed me in many different ways.
     The way I describe my family is fun, caring, and loving. My mother’s name is Lisa Belen Hudson Alvarez and she is smart, funny, outgoing, hardworking, and protective with the family. My mother works as a manager of the Eisner Pediatric Medical Venter in Downtown Los Angeles. My brother’s name is Walfred O. Vargas Jr. He is very outgoing. I used to hang out with him more when we were young, but as we grew older, my brother and I drifted apart with different friends although we still talk and get along. I have two sisters one is ten years old and the other is eight. 

Attitudes and Behaviors Toward the CST 6


Ricardo R
Per.2
4/21/11
CST Attitudes


          For the CST’s many students are not prepared to take it because either their teachers don’t lecture or they just don’t care. When students see that teachers don’t care they’ll do the same and wont take responsibility for themselves. Many teachers will sometimes just give the work and let students figure it out themselves, so some will just let it go and not pay attention, and others will take it upon them to work hard. There’s teachers that will mention it once and wont bring it up again, and students don’t like this test so they won’t say anything either. Basically if teachers show a negative side about this test, students will too.
          Students don’t know the importance about this test because the school doesn’t take it seriously themselves. The only subject the school cares about is math because that’s the subject that makes Bell High look good. The school focuses on that subject because they get rewarded with money, which benefits them for new computers, more pay, and other supplies.
          This test affects all the students because it places them on a grade average at the school they go too. Some students don’t know this, so they’ll just bubble anything in. Once the state grades them and sees how students did, they’ll be placed in advance classes or below basic. This will make it hard for students who want to go to a four-year college too get in.
          From a students perspective a lot of them are not motivated because in their eyes this test is just a waste of time. And the parents are not included or involved to help prepare their children to do excellent on the CST. The community we live in doesn’t help our students stay in good paths and stay away from gang violence. 

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Harrassment is Disrespect


Diana R
Period: 6
04/21/11

Harassment (Disrespect)

What would you do if you were a victim of harassment? Putting a stop to it would probably be the perfect step to do in order to avoid more problems, or people from being harassed most of the time.

    A lot of people disrespect others by judging them on the way they are, by the way they look, because of their skin color, nationality and many examples harassment. Even if you think some people are weird that’s no reason for you to be judging them because of stupid stuff like the examples I gave.

    Also no one should care or criticize others because nobody is perfect in this world. Everybody has his or her good and bad stuff. The ones who judge see all the defects of others but yet they don’t look at themselves. If someone doesn’t like someone’s personality of their way to dress or any other stuff than it’s none of your business let them be.

    It gets really annoying and gets me really mad when immature people don’t have nothing else to do besides judging others like if they were to perfect. I’ve seen some students laughing and making jokes about obese people like if they were too perfect. If I were to see someone getting harassed by more than one and just against just that one victim I would probably get involve because I really hate that specially when the ones being the bullies are not even perfect or there are not even close to be judging others or making fun of them.

    Finally the only excuse I find to be asseptable is if someone has been talking bad about you behind your back or if they judged you first.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Clarifying “The Road Not Taken” By Robert Frost

Jeffrey R.

April 18, 2011

Clarifying “The Road Not Taken” By Robert Frost

In the Poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost the tone portrayed in the poem is didactic. It teaches a moral lesson towards human and regular life decisions. The main conflict in the poem revolves around a man choosing between two different lifestyles. It depicts the two obstacles one man’s struggled between. He analyzed both roads to see what benefited him the most and chose the one that was least taken. He didn’t let any other’s decisions reflect on his lifestyles.

            In the poem Frost uses rhetorical devices such as diction. He uses words such as, “better” to recite the claim. He also uses “trodden black” to describe that no other steps are left by the travelers before him. He states, “Yellow Wood” defining the season of the poem, which is in Autumn/ Fall. Uses “Undergrowth” for a preview of each road of life.

            In the first stanza Frost introduces the readers to the two paths of life. He describes it as a yellow wood meaning it is Fall. He depicts how he stares at the roads to analyze the better path. In the second stanza he describes how he decides to take the path that looks greener and brighter. He knows that others decisions did not make him follow the crowd. After he concludes that both roads are equally the same.

In the third stanza Frost illustrates how both roads are covered equally with leaves. He also describes how no one has yet taken the roads meaning no one has passed through. He is determined to take the road he had already chosen, so therefore he will leave the other road for another day. He concludes that his decision will create a great impact towards his lifestyle. In later years he will tell other family members or friends about the decisions he’s made either way he know that he will not regret it because he committed the right choice.

Robert Frost used diction and attention to detail to achieve a didactic tone in his poem “The Road Not Taken”. His tone depicts the daily life scene of making choices either good ones or bad. Somehow we all learn from the small decisions we make and they have a great impact towards our life. The poem teaches us a lesson and its up to us whether we learn from it or not. We know that the road we take makes us who we are.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Attitudes and Behaviors Toward the CST 7

Danny N
04/6/11
Period: 6
Attitudes During the CST
            Let me ask you this: Why is the CST (California Standards Test) so important? Is there a reason why to pass the CST, or is it just a waste of time? Students tend to question themselves about the CST before the day of the testing, yet they feel prepared. The students show a lot of confidence that they’ll pass the CST and promising that they will pass it, 24/7.  Yet, when the day comes the students show signs of nervousness and unprepared as they’re taking the test. What’s lurking in the minds of our students, what happened to their showing of confidence to the CST?
            One thing that students tend to show during the CST is signs of them feeling tired/thirsty/hungry. Most of the time, students will do the test while either doing three things: closing their eyelids then opening them in a quick second (follow by a quick head shake), holding their tongue out wanting something liquid, or holding their stomach as it’s doing a lion’s growl.  Students tend to show these signs, as they’re tired, thirsty, or hungry while doing the test. I can tolerate that sort of sign, but I always ask myself this: Why can’t the students have a good sleep, or drink water and eat a hearty breakfast at the beginning of the day? Would that make it a lot easier, instead of just holding your stomach, hanging your tongue out, or closing your eyelids then opening them in a quick second (follow by a quick head shake)?
            Another attitude that students tend to show during the CST is that they kept feeling like they’re timed. The CST does have a time limit, but it’s not short (only 8 hours on one 72-90 questioned subject, not bad). Yet, students feel like they’re timed on a short amount of time (example: 2 hours, 3 hours, or even 1 hour).  I know, I used to be like that too, but at times like these students need to read the questions carefully and answer it as best as they could, not just bubble out every answer in one minute and get everything wrong. Bottom line: take as much time as you want on the CST, and when you’re done, double check your answers and see if their correct, don’t just be done with it and hang out by texting, playing with your fingers, playing with your hair, etc.
            Third thing that students feel when they’re doing the CST, is feeling too nervous, and having false confidence. This is the main problem during the CST, cause when a student is too nervous during the test, they’ll struggle a lot to the point that they’ll not finish the test on time, or just give up too easily on the test. The false confidence part: students sometimes scoffs at the test, thinking that it’s just a practice test and want to get away with it when in reality, the CST is a test taken seriously, and the results would someday come back to bark at you, chase you around, and bite you in the rear.  Okay, I know that’s taking the situation to extreme detail, but you get what I’m trying to say here. In other words, The CST is a very serious test, and the students must pass it, regardless if you’re lazy or just don’t really care about it. Who knows, maybe you’ll get yourself a prize when you pass the CST, or maybe be proud that you’ve done something to earn respect for the school.
            That’s mostly what everyone felt during the CST, and it’s pretty disappointing at the thought of it. Yet at the same time, everything felt like it’s just to see which school has the smartest students in the whole district, so it’s also pretty disappointing. Yes, it’s pretty honoring, but at the same time it’s just another contest with a few prizes (getting proficient/advanced proficient, rewarding yourself with whatever you want, etc.) and less to no satisfaction of the results (we could be relieved when we finished the CST, but still no satisfaction).  Regardless though, it’s still a pretty serious test, and in other words it’s pretty deadly when people don’t pass the CST. So bottom line: be well prepared for the CST, study as much as you want and answer it with your honest thoughts, no lies.

My Life

Pedro Luis A-P
Per. 6


                                                    My Life

              Music is my passion and like an artist as a rapper. I would like to travel around the world and perform my music, also to explore the other side of the road.

  The things I like to do and enjoy doing is rapping. Music is the biggest part of my life. I grow up with the love of music. Things that I been through and faced against made me who I am today, and stronger. My goal is to be a rapper and travel around the world. I remember what I faced up against, I am proud. My mother and my two little brothers been through the same road that I was trapped in, but we became stranger. I’m still here to proof that I’m somebody after all we faced. I want my family to travel with me so they could have fun memories, when years pass by. In my family tree have my mother her name is rose Pacheco, my little brother his name is Edgar Pacheco and my other little brother his name is Leo Chavez.

  I got a lot of cool friends. I look up to my friend Ram C. We always hang out at the park, his house, and sometimes we go to the studio, after we about to stop hanging out we go buy something to eat. I respect Ram C he has been there for me in the good times, and when we hade no money for the rent.  My buddy John Torres is my friend that helps me record songs and talk about life. My friend Jose, Leo and Alberto is my friends from Compton. There’s some people that say there my friends but they really not what they say they are, they end up being a phony person that pretended to be something different. I been careful who’s my friend and who’s not, I end up always moving schools because all my life I been moving around, so its hard for me to make friends.

  Sports I like to play are basketball and soccer. I don’t dream to be a pro at any sport. I like to go hiking and just walk around the city.  I like to get on the bus and get lost and try to find my way back home just to explore new places.  I also like to write and use computers and explore the internet to see what’s going on in the world.  There’s so many things that make it hard for me to work on what I like but for the reason of me being in a foster home where there’s to many rules in the house and in the system.  Sports I’m not really into the game.  Sports and being on TV is the thing I’m into, what its called the media.  The media its what people think its bad but it has its evil and its good.  I try to stay in the game where I could just record and lay a track and help people out with my music, and to enjoy it.  Music is the thing the people use to escape the reality.


 



About Me

Aldo S
Period 5


“Me Essay”


        Ever since I was small, I always wanted to play baseball. Baseball is very important in my life. I go to school and try very hard to get good grades in order to play baseball.

         My name is Aldo S and was born on August 26 1994. I am very nice and have lots of friends. I get along with everybody and if someone needs help or someone to talk to I am always there for that person. I’m very fun to be around and like to meet new people and go out to different places. I’m athletic and I really like sports a lot. I enjoy playing sports and watching sports.  My favorite team for basketball is the Los Angeles Lakers. For baseball my favorite team is the Los Angeles Dodgers.

           I enjoy spending time with my family. I have four family members. I have two older brothers. The oldest one is named Hugo and he attended Bell High School. He played for the basketball team for his school. In his senior year 1997 they won the championship. The next oldest is named Noel and also attended Bell High School. He played for the baseball team for his school. They are fun to be around and I like to spend time with my brothers. My parents are named Martha and Eberto. My parents are always there for me when I need them. I like to spend time with my parents.

           School is very important to me. I try so hard in school to get good grades and good test scores. My parents are always pushing me to do well in school. Once in a while school gets hard and I try to get help by going to tutoring or a friend to help me so I would understand it. So far I am doing very good in school and hopefully finish good at the end of the year.

            Baseball is very important to me. I always wanted to play baseball when I was in 6th grade. I wanted to play little league but never got the chance. Then finally got the chance in 8th grade in my middle school. We were 1st place in our league. Then went to district wide and got 2nd place. Ever since that I been practicing and trying to get better. Now I am playing baseball for Bell High School and I’m in JV. I am trying to get better to go up to Varsity.

            Music is important to me. My favorite singers are Drake, Kid Cudi and J.Cole. I really enjoy hearing their songs. Most of there new songs are very good. Music it relaxes me and I like hearing it when I am doing homework. Also I just enjoy hearing different kinds of music.

           I enjoy who I am and love my family and friends a lot and try to succeed in school, trying to get an education. Baseball and music is very important in my life.

        

A Problem at BHS

Daniel L
Per #5
4/7/11
Problems at Bell High
There is a big problem at Bell High School, and it is not about the education, teachers, or environment. It is about the terrible food they are serving us, because it is not healthy, well cooked, or tasty. It is unfair that we have to eat this food everyday because we have no choice.
          One day in my fifth period class after lunch, my English teacher Mr. Pierson comes in the room complaining about the French fries he had ate from the school. He said: “These fries are so greasy I can put in on my hair.” If a teacher is even saying bad things about the food, then something must be wrong. Grease isn’t good for anybody, it slows you down, and students need to have energy to perform well in the classroom. Teachers and students need better food to work well in school.
          Not to long ago, I had basketball practice and I felt my stomach was hurting, I was wondering what I could have ate to make me feel sick but then I remembered I ate lunch from school. It probably wasn’t cooked right, which made my stomach feel awful, and I could not practice well. From that moment on I have not really ate school food because I fear that I am going to get sick and I do not want to be missing school or practice. This affects the school as well because if kids are getting sick, then they don’t get money.
          Lastly, the food does not taste good like how its says its suppose to. When you are in the cafeteria you see the ads about how great the food is and how it is suppose to be good for you when it is not. It taste disgusting, and does not feel like its real food. A lot of people are starting to bring their own lunch from their homes or settling for pop- tarts because they cannot stand the food they give here at school. That’s why students are buying burritos and tortas from other students because it taste way better then what they serve us.
          In conclusion, our school has to do a better job to feed the students right. The food has to be good for us because if its not, then we will be unhealthy. They tell us to eat right and stay active, but we would not be able to do that with the lunch we eat. It might seem odd that food can be such a difference to how we do in school, and in life.

Me Essay

                                                                                                               Alyssa A
                                                                                                               Period 2
                                                                                                               November 3, 2010

                                                Me Essay
    
     My dream is to be a professional baker and have my own business.
            My name is Alyssa Avila, I’m seventeen years old. I was born on November 3, 1993 in Los Angeles. I live in the city of Bell. I attend Bell High School and I’m currently a senior.
I live with both of my parents and my brother. My brother and I don’t get along so we never talk, just fight. My parents are cool, we go to places like Hollywood, the beach, downtown, and other kinds of fun places. My parents get along with my friends. Plenty of people say I look very similar to my mom but she is very light skinned.
            We have two dogs at home. Ones name is Oso and we had him for about eight years already. Our other dogs name is Rocky, we had him for five years now. They both don’t get along, they always fight especially for the attention of my mom. Oso is a mix of a Chihuahua and a Shiatsu. Oso is a very aggressive dog towards people and he’s scared of other dogs. Rocky is a mutt who is aggressive towards other dogs and friendly to people.
            During my life I have attended three different schools. I went to Nueva vista, Nimitz middle school, and Bell Senior High. During that time I met plenty of people, some nice, some not so nice and others who were odd but cool. I’ve learned a lot since then like reading and writing better. I’ve also learned how to use the computer more for photoshop and other cool programs. The funnest class I had so far in high school was painting I really enjoyed that class a lot and I was good at it.
            I enjoy being out and going places with friends or family. Funnest time I had was when I went to Venice beach with my friend Richy and my cousin Aleah. I go to Hollywood a lot with my parents its fun spending time with them. I enjoy going out to parties with my friends they act crazy but they really are entertaining. Just being out of the house is fun I’d rather be out than stuck at home doing nothing.
            I love to listen to music whether im doing homework, going places, or just at home relaxing.

Jim Jarmusch’s Mystery Train: The Deconstruction of Several American Icons

James Pierson
English 555, Sp.2011
2/25/11

Jim Jarmusch’s Mystery Train:  The Deconstruction of Several American Icons


The Japanese couple in “Far from Yokahama”, Mitzuko and Jun, seen in the first and most interesting part of Jim Jarmusch’s film Mystery Train, are remarkably open, polite and pleasant in spite of the harsh reality they see and hear on the first day and night of their pilgrimage to Memphis, Tennessee.  Their quest is to see Elvis’ home, Graceland, and Sun Records Studio, the recording studio where Elvis and many others recorded the seminal musical tracks that would be the birth of what was to become rock-and-roll music.  The pilgrims travelled thousands of miles, some of them on a slow train, searching for the remains of the legends of their heroes:  Elvis and Carl Perkins. The film deconstructs iconic pieces of American pop culture.  The Memphis of the film is a bleak landscape of one platform train stations, shuttered businesses and decaying movie theaters.  The great American railroad, an important symbol in U.S. culture and history is seen in decay; and Elvis Presley is shown later in the film as lost, dazed and confused.  .Mitzuko and Jun’s easy acceptance of the environment are ironic in light of what the film presents as the sad reality of Memphis in 1989.   

The pilgrims see Elvis’ adopted hometown through young and fascinated eyes.  They compare it to their hometown of Yokahama. The teenaged characters are symbolic of the global perception of the modern Japanese tourist and of modern Japanese culture as a whole.   They are hardy, enthusiastic, resourceful and organized.  The bag they share is so crammed that not another towel will fit inside; but it is so efficiently packed that Mitzuko easily finds the perfectly preserved plum in the suitcase.  They share the job of carrying the front of the bag as they walk the shattered streets.  Several times they skip-step in order to walk in cadence.  The ingenious handle that they’ve rigged to carry their piece of luggage is made of bamboo.   Like the pilgrims, the handle will bend but not break.  They are fair and cooperative with each other and the few people we see them meet in the film.  They carry no maps or guidebooks. Jun thinks that Memphis is two more days travel when it is really the next stop. Their only goal is to get to Graceland and Sun Records Studio. 

After leaving the train station they wander the mostly deserted streets in search of Elvis’ home but instead run into the Sun recording studio.  Jarmusch deconstructs an important icon of American culture by his treatment of Sam Phillip’s famous studio.  It’s on a non-descript street and it is small and disappointing as a tourist destination.  He further deconstructs the myth by having the guide give a rote, robotic, and un-emotional explanation of the history of the studio.  It lessens the significance of the iconic place. 

After leaving the studio and wandering the mean streets of Memphis, they choose the shabby, cheap Arcade Hotel because Mitzuko thinks it looks fun. They think it’s cool to be eighteen, in Memphis, and, “Far from Yokahama”.

But most viewers of the film won’t be as naïve and starry-eyed as our heroes.  Jarmusch invites the viewers to see the dichotomy of common perceptions of America compared to the deconstructed reality that we see in this part of the film and the rest of Mystery Train.  As the film opens we see a train station that is way past its better days, streets that are poverty stricken and businesses that are abandoned or seedy.  This is far from the glamorized America that Americans and the rest of the world have come to expect from what has been presented about the U.S. through our popular culture.

Jarmusch also deconstructs an iconic part of American popular culture in his treatment of the train and the train station.  Jun and Mitzuko ride into Memphis on the City of New Orleans, the only passenger train service left serving Memphis Central Station’s only platform.  Approaching the station we see the first indication of the wasteland that the protagonists will inhabit for the remainder of the film.  Through the window of the slowly moving train we see crushed cars stacked by the hundreds along the track.  The Japanese couple have entered an environment where decay is the norm.  Memphis Central Station, like most of the American passenger rail system, started its decline in the 1950’s.  When I took a train trip from Union Station in Los Angeles to Florida on the Sunset Limited in 1960, train travel already seemed to me, a seven year-old, to be an old-fashioned, slow  way to go across the country.  I was used to transcontinental travel by car.

Mitzuko hears the echo of the American passenger train culture as she yells into the walls of the decaying, almost empty Central Station. Trains played an important part in American popular culture.  Trains were essential in the opening of the West.  The myth of the American cowboy was about driving cattle herds across unfenced land to railheads like Dodge City, Kansas. The first important motion picture made was “The Great Train Robbery”.  Robert Johnson, the Delta bluesman, recorded “Love in Vain” in 1937.  In the song his anguished emotions and intellect are symbolized by the departing train carrying his love away from him.  “When the train it left the station, two lights on behind/ Well, the blue light was my blues and the red light was my mind/ All my love’s in vain.”  But when Jun and Mitzuko arrive at Memphis Central Station, like Elvis, the era of the great train as part of American culture are long dead.  The lumbering City of New Orleans and Memphis Central Station are very different from the bullet trains and modern train station that our heroes are used to.  The ever-optimistic Mitzuko sees the condition of the railroad and the loiterers in the station as part of the charm of the trip.  Jun is not impressed.  He’s cool to the environment. 

The glamorization of American culture grew rapidly after World War II.  The U.S. emerged from the war as a military, economic, political and cultural superpower.  In 1945 the U.S. was seen by many outside the U.S. as liberators and economic saviors.  America supported the rebuilding of their former enemies: Japan and Germany.  We were becoming better off economically after many years of the depression and W.W. II.  The rest of the world saw the U.S. as a prosperous, vibrant place.

U.S. artists continued to export American culture around the world in the post-war years.  Hollywood movies continued to be the lingua franca of the world.  Jazz and then rock –and- roll were American inventions that were exported internationally and consumed locally.  The rest of the world and we saw and heard a stylized, sweetened version of America.  American media presented our country as a place where if you were talented enough and worked hard enough you could go from rags to riches.  The story of Elvis fit perfectly into our and the rest of the world‘s perception of America.

The poor, Mississippi bred, mother loving Elvis was twenty when he recorded the song “Mystery Train” at Sun Records Studio in 1955.  It was the last song he recorded for Sun Records before R.C.A. Records bought his contract from Sam Phillips for $35,000.  The song is a hybrid of country and blues.  (The lyrics that Sam Phillips and Junior Parker lifted from a 1930 song by the Carter Family are in a blues format and the instrumentation and arrangement come from country roots.)  Elvis, like Charlie Chaplin forty year before, arrived at the infancy of his genre.  What had been a dangerous, dirty music as performed by Howlin’ Wolf, Little Richard and Muddy Waters became acceptable as sung by Elvis.

It is vital to remember that Elvis was the first young Southern white to sing rock ‘n’ roll, something he copied from no one but made up on the spot; and to know that even though other singers would have come up with a white version of the new black music acceptable to teenage America, of all who did emerge in Elvis’ wake, none sang as powerfully, or with more than a touch of his magic.  (Marcus 141)

He and rockabilly were becoming popular together.  Elvis and the new music that would become rock-and-roll were becoming an American cultural phenomenon.  “Elvis Presley’s  very first Tennessee singles- dramatize what it means to be an American;  what it means, what it’s worth, what the stakes of life in America might be.” (Marcus 4)  He represented youth, beauty and sex.  His confident, swaggering attitude was a metaphor for how we and the world viewed Americans and Americanness.  Part of his sex appeal came from the fact that he was so masculine.  In his mostly horrible films (that I loved as a pre-teen) he could use his dukes if he had to and was capable of getting as many girls as he could handle.  His combination of voice, performance and looks made him a world-wide phenomenon.  

In “The Ghost” part of Mystery Train director/writer Jarmusch again deconstructs “…a supreme figure in American life [who] brooks no real comparison.”  (Marcus 120) We see a bumbling, mumbling, confused Elvis who doesn’t know where he is or why he has been brought to a room in the Arcade Hotel.  Greil Marcus wrote in 1975, two years before Elvis’ death, that after Elvis left Sun Records for R.C.A. and Hollywood his performances were uninspired throwaways that never again matched the performances he did for Sun Records for two years in 1953 until 1955.  “There is a way in which virtually his whole career has been a throwaway, straight from that time when he knew he had it made and that the future was his.”  (125)  The “mystery train” of the film’s title is the train that took the real Elvis of the Sun sessions and brought back the throwaway Elvis of “Love Me Tender” and “Kid Galahad”; and the addled, sweaty, and inebriated Elvis who shortly before his death couldn’t remember the words to his songs.

Bibliography
Marcus, Greil Mystery Train:  Images of America in Rock ‘n” Roll Music Dutton, N.Y. 1975

Robert's Infamy!


Tomas V.    Per.2 
Rizzo
A city recently famous for its corruption, bell, has just elected new council members, first time office holders. This council will have to face major decisions on a list of problems that need to be dealt with quickly. A major decision that has to be discussed right will be to keep Bells police or ask for a contract with Los Angeles sheriffs department. This wouldn’t have happened if the 5.6 million dollars missing that Robert Rizzo took from their budget.
            Robert, a former council member of Bell, stole money from the city., abused his power by raising his own and other former council members salary. His personal salary was about 850 thousand dollars a year. His original pay was about 250 thousand a year. The Los Angeles Times wrote that last year alone he made 1.6 million dollars. He was making what an average person of 33 thousand a year makes in his one week of work.  The president makes about one-fourth of what he made last year. He had so much money, if not caught he would have maybe taken much more.            
            Rizzo had given money to other council members and tried to justify it, as they were loans meant to be paid back. He handed out money like crazy. He “lent” 300 thousand to a council member to buy a home. Another council member got 20 thousand to adopt a little girl from TJ. There are records of more “loans”.
            All of the loans he gave out where meant to be paid back and more since there was interest, Robert proclaimed in court. He first appeared in court on August 2010 for a DUI that led to the judge announcing his salary. The announcement led to the investigation that found he had been stealing from the city. Robert and seven others where arrested for miss use of the cities money for their own benefits.  On September Robert faced fifty-three counts of misappropriation of the cities money. Early 2011 Rizzo fell sick and had to be carried out on a gurney since he fell sick. Many people say he was just pretending to be sick so that the jury would have pity on him. He was able to get out two of the three hearing. Robert on mid march was not charged with any of the charges he had been accused of.
            So after taking months of their time the judge had no way of keeping them. According to law they did not do anything wrong. The case isn’t completely closed and still under investigation. So far Robert Rizzo has another couple of charges do to the retirement plan he made for himself.
            

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Pierson's Autobiography


James Pierson
English 575
March 2, 2011

A Literary Autobiography


     When I had Mrs. Perry for my sixth grade teacher I decided that I wanted to be a teacher like her.  After the parade of bad to mediocre teachers I had endured to that point I got the idea, after watching the way she ran her class, that I had seen the way school should be conducted and that it would be good career for me to be a teacher with Mrs. Perry’s model in mind.  Her happy attitude, the way she treated her students, and her assumption that sixth graders could benefit from being exposed to ideas and literature that most people would assume were over our heads, made her someone I hoped to be like.  
     I entered her class a few months into the first semester of sixth grade.  I had been extracted from St. James Catholic School on P.C.H. in Redondo Beach and placed in Flavian Elementary on Hallison St. in West Torrance because the pastor of St. James Church, Father O’Gorman, came into our living room and called my mother a sinner (in a heavy Irish accent) for using birth control.  He inferred the proscribed practice because my mother had produced only two Catholics.  St. James School was like Crunchem Hall in Matilda.  Third grade was misery.  We had to sit silently most of the day doing math and grammar exercises in a basement classroom with no windows.  Our literature was The Baltimore Catechism.  We had to memorize the answers to questions like, “From whom do we learn to know, love, and serve God?”  Answer: The Catholic Church, of course (the one holy and apostolic church).  Because I refused to shut up and co-operate I was sometimes confined alone to a small, bare room off the principal’s office.  I cried for my dog.  The other school years at St. James were not as bad as third grade but some hardships continued.  We were urged to skip breakfast before the daily communion at seven a.m. in the church across P.C.H. We were taught by the nuns and priests about a possible religious vocation for some of the better of us to join them in their professions. There was always instruction about eternal damnation for our sins.  I sometimes lay in bed fearing that omnipresent and omniscient God knew that I doubted his existence and didn’t like him if he did exist.  The “eternal” part of “eternal damnation” is what worried me most.  Leaving Catholic school and going to Flavian Elementary was like being released from prison after a long stretch.
     Mrs. Perry’s curriculum and demeanor were very different from the nuns’ and lay teachers’ styles at the Catholic school.  Instead of sitting silently working in grammar and math books as I had done for the previous years, at the new school we sang every day and we sounded great.  We had a twenty-five song repertoire.  I learned what a balalaika is by singing about it.  We sang, “The Streets of Laredo”.   I pictured the young, bloody cowboy dying on the dusty street. In Mrs. Perry’s class every day was a celebration of language.
     At some point during the school year Mrs. Perry started reading The Pickwick Papers aloud to the class.  This was the highlight of my day every school day.  I knew that something profound was going to happen sometime during school hours; that I was going to enter the world of the Pickwick Club for twenty minutes or half an hour.  I had read very much before that time but didn’t imagine that language and stories like that existed.  After she finished Pickwick she read Herman Wouk’s great The City Boy.    
     I have been thirsty for literature since I was a toddler.  As a pre-schooler in East Hartford, Connecticut, I begged my Aunt Madeline to read to me.  She read only after the radio soap operas were over.  In early elementary school I bought and consumed hundreds of twelve cent comic books.  It was a five miles round trip bike ride to Sav-on on 190th St. to buy the books.  I read Dot, Richie Rich, Archie and Friends, Little Lotta and a bit of Superman. I liked the twenty-five cent triple editions of the comic books best.  Around the same time I read stories about kids as sports heroes.  I imagined myself as the hero, scoring the winning touchdown.   I was so obsessed with reading that I wouldn’t stop even after being told to turn off the lights at bedtime.  My father once burst into my room because he saw a red light coming from under the closed door of my bedroom.  The light I used to read under the covers was shining through my red blanket.  My father thought there was an inferno in my room.
     When I was about eight years old my mother bought me a very thick collected works of H.G. Wells.  I told her it was too difficult.  She told me I would grow into it.  At about twelve years old I hit the jackpot while snooping around in my mother’s room.  I found her collection of novels.  The best of the treasure was Harold Robbin’s The Carpetbaggers.  The stories are awesome and the sex scenes are epic. I found time to read The Time Machine and The War of the Worlds and the rest of Wells’ fiction between the novels I pilfered from my mother’s hiding place.
     When I was eleven and twelve years old I read about 100 Hardy Boys books, some of them at my parental grandparents’ house.   One of the cool things about staying at my grandparents’ house in Torrance was that they didn’t make me turn off the light at some set bedtime.  I could finish another dollar thirty-five cent Hardy Boys in one sitting, killing the light at two or three in the morning.
     After my year with Mrs. Perry in sixth grade my parents divorced.  My mother, sister and I went from the middle class to poverty when my deadbeat father took off to Central New York State with his new wife and family.  We moved from a single family house on a nice street in Torrance to a series of dirty, roach infested apartments in south Hawthorne.  My grades at Leuzinger High School in Lawndale were horrible.  I never did my homework.  I showed up for school almost every day but didn’t want to do any extra studying.  I just managed to graduate at the bottom of my class.  But I read every day.  In high school I read Catch 22 and Johnny Got His Gun.  These anti-war books have characters that have been mutilated by combat.  They were interesting to me because I was sure that I was destined to be fighting against the N.V.A. and Viet Cong very soon.  During my sophomore year at Leuzinger I went to my step-brother’s funeral.  Two or three months after being inducted into the Marine Corps tall and handsome Larry Robillard returned from Viet Nam in a coffin.  His family was warned not to open the box.  He had been killed by a mine in I Corp near the D.M.Z.  I feared I would be next.
    The draft ended in February, 1972.  I was relieved by the reprieve. After a halting start and a stint on academic probation, I graduated from El Camino College in 1975.  Some of the teachers were excellent, especially English teacher Mrs. Ripley and American History teacher Don Haydu.  Some were wacky.  In Philosophy 100 we studied Plato’s Republic for twenty weeks.  The pipe smoking, Z Z Top looking professor came into class and stared at us until we said something.  He refused to lecture and when asked for his opinion replied, “What do you think?”  My psychology teacher had us sit on the carpet in a circle the entire semester.  The early 1970’s was a time to find a new way of thinking and doing things. 
     The perceived need for spiritual enlightenment was a strong impulse for some of us during this era.  Two of my friends, chubby David Coe and skinny Gary Payne, became ardent born-again Christians after seeing God during one of our Ouija board séances in Steve Barragan’s bedroom in Hawthorne.  Two others at the party were drawn into Scientology.  Some of our little clique went to est and did transcendental meditation.  We rolled marijuana stems and seeds into Zig-Zag papers in hopes of gaining an epiphanic moment or two.  I read Be Here Now about Timothy Leary’s friend and former Harvard colleague Richard Albert’s L.S.D. fueled trips to India for enlightenment at the feet of his guru, Neem Karoli Baba.  I read all of Herman Hesse’s books.  In Siddhartha the hero is an ascetic monk who tells the plum-lipped girl that his talents are that he can wait and fast.  Fasting in the extreme is part of another book I read at that time: Knut Hamsun’s Hunger.  The protagonist eats wood to ease the pain of starvation that he suffers because he refuses to compromise his ideals by getting a job.  After graduating from U.C.L.A. (where I wrote one “A” paper about Michelangelo painting on the altar wall of the Sistine Chapel) with a B.A. in English I didn’t want to work at a real job.  I wanted to play tennis everyday. I moved to Europe for four years and at times survived on only peanuts, bananas and water.  I lived in a room with no bathroom and only one electrical outlet.  I had the choice of either the lamp, the electrical space heater or the radio.  On freezing nights in the room above a narrow street in Waregem, Belgium, I wore an overcoat into bed.  While working in Belgium as a very low paid laborer I bought the fattest novel I could buy with my limited money.  Among others I read Anthony Trollop’s Barsetshire novels.  These thick novels, like my triple edition comic books, gave a lot of bang for the buck.  The intricate plots were a good escape from the cold and poverty.  No matter where I was I continued to grind away at the English canon, called by some “books by dead white guys.”
     No matter what happened I kept in mind my goal to be as good a teacher as Mrs. Perry.  I’m still trying to figure out how to guide my students’ learning beyond the lowest level on Bloom’s taxonomy: knowledge or just remembering.  I’d like to guide them to synthesis where they can produce a plan and then a “unique communication”.  So my literacy autobiography ends with me sitting in the Dominguez Hills library filling in bubbles on graphic organizers during the precious last week of vacation before I have to return to work for the spring semester of my twenty-sixth year of teaching.  While in the library I also read G.K. Chesterton’s books about Dickens to find out what one of the expert critics wrote about The Pickwick Papers.  He compares the book to the light that the God of Genesis created on the first day.  Pickwick is in Dickens’ career the mere mass of light before the creation of sun or moon.  It is the splendid, shapeless substance of which all his stars were ultimately made.”  The bright, shapeless mass that I was when I entered Mrs. Perry’s sixth grade class was partially formed by the adventures of Mr. Pickwick who according to G.K. is, “…the Ulysses of Comedy…sustained by that hint of divinity which tells him in the darkest hour that he is doomed to live happily ever afterwards.  He has set out walking to the end of the world, but he knows he will find an inn there.”         
   

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Purpose of the Blog

I hope to put student writing on this blog to motivate them to write to an audience of their peers.