I remember the days, back when I was still small, I would wake up to the sound of a rooster crowing at the crack of dawn. I'd get up and run outside to see the sun stretching out beneath an orange haze. My life has changed and it is not the same since I have moved to New York City, Queens. I now wake up to the sound of car alarms and construction workers... not exactly at the crack of dawn. After many years of mishaps learning English, I now attend William Cullen Bryant High School. I am 15 years old and I like anything that uses my hands and imagination. I have a little brother and a little sister. I live with them and my parents. Someday in the future I hope to have a job that includes helping and teaching kids of many ages.
Interesting Fact: I collect random stuff. I have this box in my closet that has various items such as half a Pepsi bottle cap, an old Beatles record, a few sparkly marbles, and a childhood yo-yo.
I’d sometimes sit at home on my bed during a humid muggy Sunday afternoon flipping through channels. I’d land on a baseball game. Little figures would run across the screen throwing a ball around, running from one base to another, a ball went high in the air, the crowed screamed, what did this mean? What’s the significance of this? I’d grow tired of watching and turn off the TV.
Last week there was an article in the New York Times about the negative impact texting is having on teenagers. This article seems to me to be an exaggeration. I don’t think texting is as serious an issue as it is made to seem here.
During my workshop in the fall of 2004, we got microphones I thought resembled giant lollipops. I was always afraid I'd stick its head near the interviewee's mouth too fast and vigorously causing a bruised lip or a chipped tooth. I'd have to plead for mercy in an emergency room amidst wailing ambulance sirens and explain that I was only trying to complete an assignment for my radio workshop. Thankfully, this never happened.
Like a lot of teenagers, Yesica has spent hours and hours online, mostly chatting to her friends, some of whom lived only blocks away. Sometimes she found she couldn't stop herself from logging on, even when, hours later, she'd log off feeling like she'd been in a trance. Yesica knew she wasn't actually addicted to the internet, but she decided to take a closer look at what was driving this exhausting need.
Yesica was mentored by Ave Carrillo.