Sample chapter
I just graduated High School. Life so far been hard. My moms and paps died 8 years ago. My life has been ruin. I've shot somebody, because he was goin ta shot me first. I was in a gang. I been shot 3 times. So far my life has been fuc*** up. But now im makin it better. Im gettin a education. Im gettin my diplomas. I had a job for 2 years. I got my own apartment.
As soon as i threw my hat up in the air, i felt happiness. I felt a sign of relief. I feel like i completed something which nobody in my family really did. I felt glad. My life became better.Over the summer i been chillin tryin not ta get in any trouble.
Now im in colleage. My roomate is a girl. Shes fine. We both got the same classes. Shes Black and hispanic too. I actually got her pregnant 5 months into the semester. Yo its not my falt,she was to fine. She overwhelmed me. Matter of fact let me bring it back. Her name was Jennifer Martinez. I told about my life and she told me bout hers. I actually made her a song. I was a rapper too. I knew all of drakes songs. I used my mind and made raps that were sick. They called me D jeff.
My teachers would be buggin, talkin bout im fail, i be tryin to fight them. They tried ta get me kicked off Campus. I be sellin drugs and guns on campus. They had no proof so they got fired. 2 months into me and Jennifers shomphore year, she was givin birth to my baby son. Clarence Jefferson or C.J. My new professier is a ex- convict. Hes been ta jail for robbin a pregant woman with twins but she beat the sh** out of him with her stomach. Than he punch her in the face and knock her out. He was serving 5-10 in Sing Sing. He teaches me Chemistry. He told me about his life and it was worser than mines. My girl Jennifer was takin the same class. My other class and hers was Music. We actually made our own cds and recored with real rappers. But let me stop before i ruin the rest of the story for you. I got Hw,Test,Studies,a girl friend,a baby, and a job with 2 more years of collage. Im screwed.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Novel Project
Research
Source 1- google
A- Black IQ is 85
B- Hispanic IQ is 90
C- Blacks graduate at a higher percent tile counting on the colleage
D- Blacks who graduate from Harvard is 90%
E- 51% of Hispanics graduate with a bacherlor Degrees in colleage
Source 2- google
A- 51% of Latino graduate with 4 year degrees.
B- 13% of latinos graduate with 4 year degrees in 2000
C- 15% of blacks graduated with 4 year degrees in 2000
D- 45% of blacks and latinos drop out of school.
E- less than 50% of blacks drop out of school.
Source 1- google
A- Black IQ is 85
B- Hispanic IQ is 90
C- Blacks graduate at a higher percent tile counting on the colleage
D- Blacks who graduate from Harvard is 90%
E- 51% of Hispanics graduate with a bacherlor Degrees in colleage
Source 2- google
A- 51% of Latino graduate with 4 year degrees.
B- 13% of latinos graduate with 4 year degrees in 2000
C- 15% of blacks graduated with 4 year degrees in 2000
D- 45% of blacks and latinos drop out of school.
E- less than 50% of blacks drop out of school.
Novel Project
Plot
I. Introduction
A. it takes place in harlem which is in New York City and takes place in around fall
B. The main character is just Devon
II. Rising action
A. Devon wants to graduate from colleage because he wants to graduate and he cares about graduating and makin his parents proud.
III. Climax
A. The turing point is when he graduates from colleage.
IV. Falling action
A. Their suprised and he graduates
V. Resolution
A. How to survive and how important education is.
B. They'll get a job.
Novel Project
life
Life so far has been hard. Wass up to the people out their who live is still on track and always have been. My name is Devon Jefferson. Im 13 years old livin in harlem. My moms and paps died when i was 10, they were driving to my Elmentary Graduation. They were in a car accident. A drunk driver slamed into my moms and paps car, They were dead 20 mintues after they arrived at the hospital. They were so exicited to see me graduate because that means i might go to middle school, than high school, than colleage.
Nobody in my family has graduated from colleage. The professers actually told my moms and paps they might graduate because percentages show that about 63 percent of Hispanics/Latinos and Blacks will graduate or fail. My paps was Hispanic and my moms was Black. They both met in high school. So now 5 years later im in colleage tryin to beat thoose percentages and make my mom and paps happy.
Before i arrived at colleage my life was almost gone. I was in a gang and when i got out, one of the people in a gang that we used to fight pulled out a gun on me. I ranned but he shot me in the leg, than when i was on the ground bleeding i was shot again in the chest and in my right arm. Somebody who heard the gun shots called the cops and the ambulance. I also shot somebody once. He was a cashier at a store i was stealing from. I shot him when he pulled a gun out on me. I knew my moms and paps cryin cause of what i did but smilin cause of how i improved and now goin to colleage fulfillin their dream.
- Character Backstory
Life so far has been hard. Wass up to the people out their who live is still on track and always have been. My name is Devon Jefferson. Im 13 years old livin in harlem. My moms and paps died when i was 10, they were driving to my Elmentary Graduation. They were in a car accident. A drunk driver slamed into my moms and paps car, They were dead 20 mintues after they arrived at the hospital. They were so exicited to see me graduate because that means i might go to middle school, than high school, than colleage.
Nobody in my family has graduated from colleage. The professers actually told my moms and paps they might graduate because percentages show that about 63 percent of Hispanics/Latinos and Blacks will graduate or fail. My paps was Hispanic and my moms was Black. They both met in high school. So now 5 years later im in colleage tryin to beat thoose percentages and make my mom and paps happy.
Before i arrived at colleage my life was almost gone. I was in a gang and when i got out, one of the people in a gang that we used to fight pulled out a gun on me. I ranned but he shot me in the leg, than when i was on the ground bleeding i was shot again in the chest and in my right arm. Somebody who heard the gun shots called the cops and the ambulance. I also shot somebody once. He was a cashier at a store i was stealing from. I shot him when he pulled a gun out on me. I knew my moms and paps cryin cause of what i did but smilin cause of how i improved and now goin to colleage fulfillin their dream.
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