20100113

Geometric Design

by: Adrian W.
High Tech High, San Diego CA

Project Description

The assignment was to create seven differen designs using a program called Geometer. We used either translation, rotation, and reflection to make these shapes (Mainly rotation). We started off with 3 shapes to copy off and then the other 4 we had to create with our own imagination. The shapes below are the ones my partner (Adrian White) and I created.

Although it’s just a pentagon it is a simple design with 5 fold rotational symmetry. It is a little harder then it looks to make a pentagon, we had to rotate each line 108 degrees. The total degrees of a pentagon is 540 degrees. The slope is -.73 and the y-intercept is 4.55.

Islamic Design

This is an Islamic design, if you look at the overall view its asymmetrical. When you look at every individual shape you will notice they are all equal angles and lengths. The reason I positioned it like this was to give the viewer a feel for asymmetry and symmetry.

20100112

GAY RIGHTS

City Councilman Nicholas D'Adamo
By Margo Balboni
Rockport High School
Rockport, Massachusetts

In the league of capital punishment and abortion rights, the gay marriage debate
ranks as one of modern America’s most incendiary political issues. Since 1969, when a
police raid sparked public rioting at Manhattan’s Stonewall Inn bar, the gay-rights
movement has never been absent from the national spotlight for long (Cloud, 2003). In
over forty U.S. states, same-sex marriage has been outlawed or constitutionally banned
(Goodstein and McKinley, 2008). Since November 2008, California has served as the
main battlefield for gay-rights groups and conservative voters (McKinley, 2008). With
such sensational controversies occupying the headlines, it is easy to miss a story like
Nicholas D’Adamo’s.
In 2001, Nick D’Adamo would have seemed the unlikeliest of gay-rights
advocates. For the past fourteen years, the Democrat had served as City Councilman for a
conservative Roman Catholic neighborhood in East Baltimore (District 2, 2009). His
district was home to twenty-eight churches, and he himself was a faithful Mass attendee.
He had no record of promoting same-sex unions; in fact, D’Adamo had opposed a bill in
1993 to give health benefits to gay and lesbian city employees’ partners (Best Act, 2001).
Considering this knowledge, it might seem baffling that on February 22, 2001, the
same D’Adamo walked up the steps of Baltimore’s City Hall and introduced a bill to give
gay partners the hospital, prison, and funeral rights enjoyed by straight couples
(Ordinance, 2003). Politically speaking, it was a disastrous move. When the Baltimore
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Sun ran an article on the Councilman’s proposal, D’Adamo found himself bombarded by
a deluge of angry phone calls. His constituents were outraged; childhood friends called to
complain; D’Adamo’s own mother agonized over the shame her son had brought upon
the family (Olesker, 2004).
What happened? Why would a politician place himself in the proverbial line of
fire to further a cause that he had previously opposed? The day after his story broke,
D’Adamo sat quietly behind his desk at City Hall. It had begun, he told the reporter there,
with a number of gay constituents who had appealed to him for help. They told D’Adamo
of the pain of being barred from their partners’ sickbeds or funerals by family members
who could not accept that their beloved relative was gay. After hearing half a dozen such
stories, D’Adamo’s formerly black-and-white view of same-sex marriage was graying.
He explained: "I look at some of these couples, and you can see on their faces the love
they have for each other. And I started thinking to myself, 'Who am I to judge?'"
(Olesker, 2004).
D’Adamo’s solution was to create a city registry for same-sex partnerships that
would give gay couples key hospital, prison and funeral rights (Best Act, 2001). He knew
that his action would anger, disappoint or alienate his base of support. He was not
seeking political advancement or praise. He was simply executing his duty as he saw fit
to protect the rights of all Baltimore’s citizens. Most of the voters who had put him in
office opposed his action, but D’Adamo believed that it was the right thing to do, and he
did it (Best Act, 2001).
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Serving the public good by disregarding public opinion may seem at odds with
the American philosophy of democracy, but as President Kennedy wrote, elected
officials, “must on occasion lead, inform, correct and sometimes even ignore constituent
opinion, if we are to exercise fully that judgment for which we were elected” (p. 17).
Sometimes, these acts of courageous independence are needed to preserve the values,
precedents and liberties that define this great country. When an elected official is dictated
by voters to ignore his or her own sense of justice, a valuable piece of the American
representative system is lost. Americans elect representatives to serve the city, state or
nation’s highest good. Popular opinion may not always point in the direction of progress
and justice, and at those times it is the duty of elected officials to rely on their own
judgment and conscience for guidance. In John F. Kennedy’s Profiles in Courage, a
deeply independent Senator named Lucius Lamar remarked that the vote of an official
who constantly pandered to popular opinion “would simply be considered as an echo of
current opinion, not the result of mature deliberations” (p. 169). Councilman D’Adamo
was able to rise above the fear of public condemnation, not to mention his own lifelong
prejudices, to see clearly.
D’Adamo’s act of political courage never achieved the infamy of cases like
Massachusetts’s gay marriage ruling or California’s Proposition Eight. His bill sat in the
city’s Judiciary and Policy Committee for nearly a year while report after report was
written; then it was shuffled to the Judiciary and Legislative Investigations Committee,
where it remained for another 12 months. When it became clear that the legislation would
not pass, D’Adamo was forced to withdraw the bill, almost two years after he introduced
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it (Ordinance, 2003). He did manage to hold his seat in City Council. D’Adamo acquired
a citywide reputation for his refusal to vote the party or district lines on demand, which
eventually won him a degree of trust from voters. As he described, “People might not like
me, but they respect my independence” (Chalkley, 2004). He continued to serve the
people of Baltimore by working to combat crime, increase police effectiveness and
improve the city’s public education (Chalkley, 2004).
Yet D’Adamo’s brave attempt planted a seed in the city of Baltimore; it
introduced a discussion of civil unions that had never been officially opened. That small
seed finally flowered on March 17th, 2008. On that day, Baltimore’s City Council
adopted a bill expressing its support of marriage licenses for gay couples in the state of
Maryland (City Council Resolution, 2008). The Council’s collective statement stressed
that “denial of marriage to same-sex couples is the denial of a fundamental civil right”
(Council Bill, 2008). Controversial proposals such as gay marriage rarely succeed at first
attempt. It was Nicholas D’Adamo who paved the way for the new bill by taking a
courageous stand for an unpopular cause. He risked his standing in the community and
even his position to seek justice for a beleaguered minority. One can imagine D’Adamo’s
pride on March 17th, 2008, when he beheld the resolution and voted.

20100110

Our Neighbors Our World


Jayshree Sarathy, Age 9
Palo Alto
Hoover Elementary School

20100109

Proud to be Me


Allison Mae Zeager, Age 10
Livermore
Jefferson Elementary School

20100108

Remembering Ma-Ma

Jessica Oliver, Age 11
San Francisco
Francisco Middle School

Ahhh... The sweet aroma of incense....

It beckons my memory to when I was little, watching my Great-Grandmother burning incense and praying to Quan Yin (the Chinese Goddess of Mercy), Sahm Bo Fut (the Three Gods), and for the loss of her husband, Chung. She would put a little tiny spoon of cooked rice in three tiny bowls, and she would put tea in three other tiny cups. Also, she would put fruits and steamed chicken on the altar to pay her respects to the gods and goddesses of the kitchen. Gracefully, she would lean down and chant these words over and over again, holding her prayer beads: "Na Mo Au Lae Tau Fut." These words tingled in my ears so peacefully, and they sounded like a soothing lullaby.

I was determined to understand what she was doing. So I asked her what those peaceful words meant: the enlightenment and energy within. Also, she said that she was praying for me to have health, happiness, and a good education.

What I love about Ma-Má (the Chinese name for Great-Grandmother in a respectful way) was that not only was she my Great-Grandmother, but she had a good sense of humor. Sometimes Ma-Má would make funny faces that would just make me hysterical. Whenever Ma-Má was mad at someone, she would make a face at them when they weren't looking. She would scrunch her nose closer to her eyes like a wrinkled raisin and tighten her mouth like she just ate a super lemon (sour candy). Then she would stick out her two fingers and point at him/her. When the person turned to look at Ma-Má, she would smile like an innocent angel.

What makes Ma-Má so special to me is that she would always explain about how she came from China, about my ancestors, and my Chinese heritage. Ma-Má told me lots of stories. She also told me about her life in China. This is what she told me:

Ma-Má was born in 1907 in Canton. She had 9 brothers and sisters. Her family was very poor and always had to share whatever they had with each other. When Ma-Má was 21, her father arranged a marriage, and she was very mad. She wanted to stay and help her mother to work and support her family, but she couldn't disobey her father, so she married Yéa-Yéa (Great-Grandfather), and they fell deeply in love. After that, she had three sons, but two died from lack of food.

Shortly after, Yéa-Yéa had to go to San Francisco for a business trip because he was an opera star. But they never realized that they would be separated for 32 years! Every day Ma-Má grieved. They couldn't contact each other. Also, it was during war time, so there was hardly any food for Ma-Má and her son. She was always really thoughtful about her son (my grandfather, Gong-Gong). Sometimes she wouldn't eat anything and give it all to Gong-Gong and to her nieces.

One of Ma-Má's brothers died, and he had a little girl whom nobody wanted because they thought she was too much trouble. Ma-Má didn't want to see her little niece, Sau Ying, die so she adopted her. Ma-Má had to knit sweaters and make match boxes to buy food. Her neighbors were eating dead human babies and rats to survive. But Ma-Má didn't have the heart to eat babies and rats, so she cut down trees and boiled the insides of tree trunks for food.

After 22 years, Ma-Má, Gong-Gong, and Sau Ying finally found a way of escaping from China to go to Hong Kong. Yéa-Yéa would always send money to Ma-Má, but her brothers would always steal her money. She would never know because she didn't know how to read or write.

Many years passed. One day, Yéa-Yéa finally contacted Ma-Má's brother (in Hong Kong) and he found out that Ma-Má, Gong-Gong, and Sau Ying-were staying there. Yéa-Yéa tried for 10 years to bring her to the United States. Finally, in the summer of 1966 they were once again reunited!

Without her great love and encouragement, many lives, such as those of my aunts and uncles would have been lost. She kept on telling them to stay strong through the War and Communism. I remember she would encourage me to bear through my problems, especially when my parents were divorced and my dad wouldn't come to see me. When my cousins made fun of me because I wasn't full-blooded Chinese, and I didn't look Chinese, Ma-Má would sing to me and tell me that it was okay to be a multi-cultural person. She would cry with me and tell me to keep my head high and be proud of who I am. She also told me not to follow her and be an illiterate. An education could take me anywhere I wanted, and that I couldn't be cheated by others with my money.

Ma-Má's dream was to be reunited with her husband, Yéa-Yéa. Their love stayed alive even though they were separated from each other for 32 years. Yéa-Yéa could have easily forgotten about Ma-Má and married someone else in America, but their love kept them strong. They never forgot the hope of one day seeing each other again. She also dreamed of living in a place with no war, Communism, or starvation. She hoped to one day to see her son married, and she wanted to live long enough to see her grandchildren born. I will fulfill the rest of Ma-Má's dreams as much as I possibly can. She dreamed for me to be the best person I could be and to respect my mother with dignity.

My dream is to become a singing star and follow in Yéa-Yéa's footsteps. I also hope I can become as patient as Ma-Má and never give up on my dreams, exactly the way she never gave up for 32 years!

People in China expected Ma-Má to marry a rich person who had a good education and was a doctor, instead of an opera singer. They doubted that she would survive the war. They expected she would remarry.

People expect me to be an All-American person, to know nothing about the Chinese culture, and speak only English. I'll never be just an All-American. I want to learn all there is to know about Chinese culture.

It is beneficial for me to be an Asian American growing up in America. Not only do I know the American culture, but I know my Chinese cultural background, and I know how to speak fluent Chinese. I'm proud to learn how to chant these soothing lullabies like Ma-Má did. She really reminds me of Quan Yin; she knew the meaning of mercy, too. Another benefit to being Asian in America is that I can read and write, get a good education, and I have a lot more opportunities than Ma-Má had.

...Now the sweet aroma of incense is fading away, and Ma-Má has gone with it. But I'll always remember her and treasure her in my heart... Quan Yin smiles on me with Ma-Má's face.

20100107

A Mother's Loss

Hanh Nguyen, Age 17
Albany
Albany High School

How do I show my daughter the castle that I have built?

How will she know of the dreams

that I have meticulously stored for her,

it she does not remember who she is?

I see it in her eyes-, her forgotten Asian heritage

She looks through me.

but years ago, her gaze,

was one of adoration.

When I spoke, she listened intently. Interested in what I had to say.

Now, she cuts me off with a roll of her eyes

and a terse, "Oh, mother."

She does not realize that the words slice my heart,

and leave my two halves

crying a river of scarlet tears.

I know that my daughter has forgotten.

She has fused with her American friends

she has become a clone of them.

Chinese New Year,

has been replaced by Christmas.

She has neglected our native language altogether,

substituting it with English, which I can only grasp certain words of.

Even looking at her hair, I no longer see

black, silky, tresses.

Instead, my eyes see wisps of red and white,

stripes of the American Flag.

She no longer considers Vietnamese customs and Vietnamese ways

She is too absorbed with American lifestyles.

Today, she takes the car keys and walks out the door

She does not tell me where she is going.

My castle begins to crack, like an antique vase.

I watch, as she pulls out of the garage,

her car filled with her white, and black companions.

No Asians.

The pieces of the building crumble before my eyes.

Without looking back, she speeds away into the blackness.

And I know,

There will be a day,

When I will lose my daughter completely to

America.