Navajo Code

Cryptography is a machine that protects information by transporting messages/codes into a language only you and your partner can understand. It also decode messages. It was used in WWII to send messages across. The Germans used the Enigma to code their messages during WWII. The United States used Navajo to code their messages. The U.S found out how to break the enigmas codes by using the SIGIBA code. The Navajo code talkers were men who translated the cryptography messages. The Navajo Indians were the only ones who knew the  Navajo language, so they helped the U.S, by translating the codes. America and Briton were allies so they had a link so that Germany couldn’t understand the messages.

Lyvia Krancberg: Holocaust Surviver

Life is freedom, but are you going to have it forever? On April 30th, Lyvia Krancberg came to our school, and talked to us about her experienced living in the concentration camps with her older sister, Rose, in 1944. But despite the horror she lived through she was able to pursue her goals and dreams. Ms. Krancberg taught me, to appreciate more in life and to never complain for what we have or don’t have. Me. Krancberg also taught me to not live in hate, because it brings out the worst in us. But the most important thing i learned was to live life and move forward.

Ms. Krancberg not only lost her family, had to put her dreams on hold, but she lost her freedom at the age of 24. As a little kid she loved to run around and play with friends, she was happy. Then in 1943, when Hitler was killing Jews, Ms. Krancberg was taken away from her family and was left with her oldest sister, Rose. Jews didn’t get much to eat, and some died from hunger. Then she would remember, when she was a kid, how her mother for food and would complain how hungry she was. However, her mother wouldn’t give her food and would ask her, how it felt to be hungry. She said “ ‘ don’t say your you’re hungry you can die…’ ”. because you never really experienced hunger. Ms. Krancberg was influenced by her mother to appreciate the little things in life, because there’s always someone out there who has it worse. Now Ms. Krancberg in influences others to do the same.

‘Actions speak louder then word’. Adolf Hitler hated Jewish people, he killed the old people and babies. Ms. Krancberg and her sister lived through horror for years. She told us that we should never live with hate, because hate will become action. Actions can be taken back. She also said never sleep with anger, it’s not worth it. You never know if one day they’re gone and you never got the chance to have peace with them.

Even though Ms. Krancberg lived through hell, she was able to move forward and achieve her goals. Ms. Krancberg is now a writer, and has written many plays and was able to produce 3 of them. She has a great big family, her daughter is now a teacher. Ms. Krancberg showed me that, even through the toughest time, you will get through it, and when you do,to just move forward. You can’t change what happened to you in the past, but you sure can move on and live your life because you never know if one day life will be taken from you.

Ms. Krancberg, is my hero, the person I look up to, because she taught me to give thanks for everything i have, to not let hate get the best of me, and to live my life.

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Appreciate Your Life

They went through
Hell
because of what
They believed in
 
People killed
For “fun”
One shot
Two shots
Threes shots
And they’re
Gone

People with
Stomachs as empty
As his heart

They didn’t choose
This war
Yet some survived
And have retold
Their past
Living their life
Full of dreams

So because of drama
I shouldn’t be complaining
Because I can’t han
An iPhone
I should not say
My life is over
Because I can’t have
What I want
Doesnt
Means my life is a
Living hell

I shouldn’t let the things
I want take over
The things I
Have

 

Me, Myself and I

“I’m human, I make mistakes, but as I grow up, I learn.”  Life for me isn’t easy, especially since I just started my first year as a teenager. Like every other teen, I’m having girl drama, boy drama, hormones, etc. but what helps me get through it is knowing myself. Knowing where I come from, and who my family is. Also i keep myself busy with things I like to do, and be with my true friends. I am on my way to accomplishing all my dreams in MY life.

December 8, 1999  was when I, Guadalupe Mendez, was born here in San Diego, CA. My parents are immigrants from Mexico, and came to the United States for a better future. My mom, Maria Rosario Zamora, migrated with my older siblings and began their life. Then my dad, George Andres Mendez, came with a few friends and began to work. A few years later my parents met in 1990 where six years later my parents had my older brother, Jorge and realized that their number one goal was to create a big family! Three years later I was born, then my youngest sister, then my youngest and last brother. Three boys, three girl, including me, are all happy and thankful for each other.

At  the age of 2, I went to my very first day of  school – daycare – Colonel Solomon. I was there until the age of 5 and moved to Washington Elementary: Magnet School. I was happy to be there, and make friends at the age age of 2 and continue to be friends until this day. Then for third grade I moved to Grant K-8 School with my older brother, Jorge, as well as my youngest sister, Natalia. All my teachers that I had there were very committed to their work. To be honest I always struggled in school with math and history. However, when my teachers found out they offered some tutoring classes for me. Then by the middle of 4th grade I was always the first one to put my hand up after every math problem. Now for middle school, I was invited to Old Town Academy with my sister. I’m having really fun here, it’s not easy sometimes, but what really helps is being able to talk to my classmates and teachers about problems or things we just learned. For high school I’m going to apply to: High Tech High, Francis Parker and e3 Civic High School, because their system is very organized and the teachers seem to give more attention to you. Making you feel special and making sure you get all the help you need is most important.

Apart from being a student and loving to work all the time, I enjoy to do regular teenager things. As a kid I loved to be artistic, between the ages of 3 and 8 I loved to dance and sketch, then 9 and 11 it was all about art. Drawing everything I saw. Now all I carry with me is a camera and a pair of headphones. Art understands me, I express my thoughts and my feelings through it. I also enjoy competing in sports. Although, I don’t do sport competitively, I like to be active and do it for fun. Soccer is the number one sport in my, all my uncles and cousins have played. But I like to do other sports other then soccer like tennis, swimming, rock climbing, running, and golf. Sometimes my brother and I go to the gym and just work out, making sure we stay fit. Some new sports I want to try out are: surfing, volleyball, lacrosse, and kick boxing. Maybe over summer I might just learn something new! I’m a student, artist, photographer, an athlete and….. a “chef”. Since the age of 4 I loved to be in the kitchen. The first thing I learned to make was cereal (of course). Then every time my mom would prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner I would always help. Then my dad taught me how to use a knife at the age of 5. I mainly cook Mexican food with my mom, but when she gets sick I’m the one who takes charge. Baking is also another thing I like to do. Cakes are my number one thing right now. When being in the kitchen I like to combine or create new recipes.

“Always, give thanks to god, for everything you have like: food, a bed to sleep on, a family, your arms, legs, hands, and eyes and every little thing because there’s people out there that don’t have what you have” – Rosario Zamora. My mom has always been a big part in my life, because not only is she my mom but she’s my best friend. When my mom first came to the United States she was a homeless for about a year and now is a successful women doing a fantastic job as a mother of 6. My mom is a one of a kind, she strong and doesn’t let anything get in her way. She fights for her family and makes sure we get everything we need to help us later in life, she has always wanted the best for me. Right now I don’t know exactly what I want my career to be when I grow up, but one thing I do know is, I definitely want to be the strong, independent, confident, educated women my mom is. With the help of my family and myself I would want to accomplish finishing school, with a degree and making sure I can be successful on my own. After school, I’m planning on traveling around the world, and learning new cultures, religions, and definitely new types of FOOD! One place I plan on traveling to first is with my family to Mexico, and going to the small towns my parents grew up in.

Change

Not a drop of water,
Not a piece of crumb,
But an egg on a
Bright green leaf
A puny, sticky, and yellow
Egg

Wiggling itself out
Crawling up, then down
Can travel half-way around
The world
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What Is It Like Now?

Cyrano, Christian and the players are at football practice. Roxanne has ditched cheerleading practice and has gone to the bench to see the love her life, Christian. “He” was sending her love messages, which made her want to go to on the bench to talk to him and just to see him, hug him, kiss him, and hold him.           

Act 4 Scene 9
Christian telling Cyrano the truth. Roxanne off stage talking to her friends and some football players.

Christian (calling Cyrano): Cyrano!
Cyrano (ready for football practice): What? What’s up?
Christian: Dude, Roxanne doesn’t love me!
Cyrano: What? What are you talking about man? Of course she loves you.
Christian: NO MAN! She loves you!
Cyrano: What! No man! No!
Christian: Yeah she does! “She only loves me for my soul!
Cyrano: What!? Are you serious?
Christian: DUH! She said she only loves me for my soul, man. But that soul isn’t mine! It’s yours dude! Which means she’s got a thing for you, man, not me!
Cyrano: Me..?

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