27 April 2016
Primary Election Volunteer Reflection
For my experience on Election day, this past Tuesday, was an experience that I will not forget. Being outside on election day felt like I was already eighteen years of age going out and voting for the first time, meeting new and old individuals that also are voting, and on the front lines making sure the voting process goes smoothly without any violations or errors in the process. Within four hours I learned a lot about what it takes to set up voting stations, monitor, and secure the stations. Walking from station to station was a bit of a hassle but thinking of it as a bit of summer exercise made it all the better! With my partner Jason, we took the time to view the area where the stations are located, some stations where a local church, a recreational center, and the back of a library. These three stations seem relatively popular and in areas where it will attract plenty of individuals, this was key to make people vote without forcing them instead to influence them indirectly. Jason and I didn’t get to meet any of the candidates, such a bummer, but did get to meet some of the volunteers to see their perspective on working at the poll booths and we did get some of their perspectives on who they wanted to see in office. Many felt like they should go with the “wave” according to the popular opinion but some people had reasonable evidence on why they chose their respectable candidate. I had only one questions about the election process regarding the paper ballots handed out to the public and why they didn’t allow all candidates to have their name on those ballots, Mr.Hussey enlightened me on the fact that the candidates pay tons of the big bucks for their name to be placed and bold on the sheets. I felt that this would be unfair because it led the public to believe that on the democratic side only Hilary C. was running when Bernie S. was also running as well.
Overall, the experience as a doosy. Waking up smelling the fresh polluted air and working at the poll booths. It was a great day!
English Piece/Spanish Eulogy
Día de los Muertos, day of the dead, has really opened my mind up. Not just by learning about the celebration of the person that is close to you passing away but wanting to be apart of the culture. The culture of this holiday is everything. The atmosphere, the environment, the costumes and the activities. Everything Día de los Muertos is astonishing. Even down to the facial art that is done to honor others. Learning about Día de los Muertos makes me want to celebrate my passed away loved ones as well. I don’t have many loved ones who passed away but now on, I’ll try to make día de los muertos apart of my families tradition.
Now about my sugar skull and mask. Since my sixteen years of living, I have never had a human being that I loved one past away, but I had my family dog, Howard, pass away last year during the school year. I was devastated. Hearing the news coming home from school, broke my heart, even more hurtful seeing my younger sister mourn over him. Howard died from a deadly disease that only affects dogs and wasn’t curable. It wasn’t as devastating as a human but devastating none the less. Our family dog ment the world to me. We had him since he was a tiny puppy. He was a bundle of joy. He was just like a little adolescent, keeping you up at night, always wanting to play and always starving for amusement. He was a pest but he was our pest, he kept us happy, he kept us active and he kept us content. Howard was our happiness. Howard was so cheerful, he looked at life in the best way possible. Howard looked at life with his eyes wide open, looking around every corner finding happiness. Seeing the good in everyone. Howard would greet everyone with open paws and a big, wet lick on the cheek.
Knowing that dogs can only see colors of yellow, blue and gray, I modeled my sugar skull to show off these bright colors so my little puppy could enjoy it in the afterlife. Almost 70-80% of my sugar skull is blue, the eyes yellow; with hints of red, green, orange lined around the skull and silver glitter. Hopefully, he can enjoy the sugar skull in peace. Knowing about the dogs eyesight, I modeled my skull around that. If it wasn’t modeled around his eyesight, he would just view the skull as black and white. I wanted to make this día de los muertos sugar skull modeled around Howard, and him enjoying everything that día de los muertos has to give. I wanted to make the experience for him as enjoyable as possible; just how he made my life enjoyable with him still around with us. That is how I modeled my sugar skull in remembrance of my dog, Howard.
Hola, mi nombre es Lex Martinez. Mi día de los muertos calaverita de azúcar (A-SU-CAR) es modelada después (DE-SPUES) de mi perro. El perro nombre es Howard. Howard fue de un centro de adopción en Allentown. Howard tenía varios hermanos y hermanas que se la parecía (PAR DE CERA)
Howard fue blanco con muchas manchas marrones. Howard fue muy pequeño. Howard fue alegre todo el tiempo. Howard fue excitado todo el tiempo. Mantenimiento (MAAN-TE-MEN-TO) Howard fue cerca de nosotros, lo enterramos en nuestro patio trasero. Actualmente, estoy allí en mi patio trasero con Howard. Yo estoy triste. Adios clase.
In this interview, my grandmother remembered a few things about her life with discrimination in Puerto Rico because she didn't experience much discrimination in her life. What she did remember, she based it off her mother’s experience with discrimination. My grandmother spoke on how racism played a huge part in Puerto Rican society and the way of living and also how she always viewed people throughout her life and how her parents always taught her to view people “not by the color of their skin but by their character.”