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The air has that sticky feeling to it; the kind that has too much water vapor in it for my liking. The scorching hot sun outside is only making the inside of the house feel like it’s on preheat wanting to bake all that is inside. The room is quiet. The unremitting hum of the air conditioner is missing. I never thought I would miss the annoying crackles of the unit but I now realize that joined with the cool refreshing air the noise was bearable. I sit on the black leather couch facing the patio door. Either my skin is suffocating the leather or the leather is suffocating my skin, but it is causing sweat to form on my legs and back. Faintly I hear three children playing outside. Although, blind to sight I can hear there laughs getting closer and fading away accompanied with the sound of trampling feet hitting the pavement.
I decide to go outside and play with the children in order to distract my mind from the heat. As soon as I step outside a cool breeze brushes against my face and seems to breathe a little life back into my body. I look up at the sky and to my surprise the sky is peachy color with ribbons of pink infused in it. The sun is setting and the thought of a cool summer night brings a smile to my face. Almost instantaneously the kids run and surround me asking me to play along.
“Who wants to go to the park?” I ask.
In perfect unison the children scream, “I do!”
The three children walk in front of me. There are two girls and a boy. The youngest is seven years old she’s wearing her favorite orange sundress with her hair in small braids to the back. Different shades of orange barrettes dangle at the ends of her braids as she walks with the bounce of careless child. The boy next to her is her brother and he’s eleven. He wears a plain navy blue t-shirt with matching plaid shorts. He bounces a burnt orange Spalding basketball as he walks. Lastly a ten year old girl stands next him. She wears her favorite color purple; a purple blouse with purple sandals. The butterflies on the sandals could come to life at anytime and fly away but they stay to keep the young girl happy.
Finally we reach the park. There are some older bigger boys playing two on two basketball on the newly built basketball court. They spot us quickly like a lion spots his prey and locks his eyes on his dinner. They hurriedly walk up to us all of them have an intimidating look in their eye. None of us back down.
“Give us that ball” one of them says.
“It’s mine not yours” the young boy says back with the same intensity in his voice.
The biggest strongest boy of the group grabs the ball from the young boy and takes off at full speed. All of us run after him and behind us trail his friends. The young boy falls in a man made ditch and gets up slowly to see the he has a big gash on his leg that has started to ooze red blood. The young girls stay behind with him. I continue to chase the basketball thief. I finally catch up to him and manage to grab the ball. During this time I never stop running. I run pass the children and tell them to follow. It takes them three seconds to process it but ultimately they follow. Once we reach home we all laugh about our high speed chase. That moment with them definitely beat the heat.

BeaT StreeT

Beat Street = AMAZING! This movie makes me wish I could build a time machine just so I could travel back in time to the 80s. Yes, I want to go back to the 80s. Life just seems so cool and even though they're living poor in the Bronx it still seems like a life I would like. There's graffiti art everywhere, crazy loud colors and styles for clothing,hip-hop is beginning to form and I cannot forget about the Michael Jackson wannabes.

The parties just seem so care-free and everyone is having a great time. The music is perfect and there are still DJs who MC and keep the party going. I would love to party in vacant apartments. The dancing is appropriate; the type of dancing you can do in front of your parents and not get in trouble. Break dancing is too cool. The talent those dancers had was just outstanding. The hip-hop culture back then was super artistic and many people had raw talent (even though many never made it big). The graffiti was absolutely beautiful. I would enjoy learning the different styles of graffiti and making "burners." I could only imagine the rush I would get from sneaking around the subways at night to paint clean "canvases". Also having real DJs and beat boxers made the movie even better.
I just love music from this time period and I'm really passionate about hip-hop. I am not just talking about the genre of music, but hip- hop as a culture. It is something I truly love and Beat Street just adds another reason to my list.

King Still King? Of Course He Is.

Occasionally I look around in this very classroom (2nd period) and observe the diversity in this environment. I don't just observe it I appreciate the fact that I get to sit in a class full of peers that are of different colors, creeds and cultures. It makes me think back to the days of slavery and the days of the civil rights movement. I wonder if the slaves that ran to freedom or the protesters that fought for equality would be proud. The things they fought for like education, the right to vote, and equal treatment aren't dreams and visions anymore they are a reality.
King made it possible for me to live in America and not be confined to just being a "colored" girl. Now I can eat at the same restaurants as anyone else. I can get the same education or better if I have the mental ability. Although, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. did not fight that fight alone he was a great leader. He had the courage to lead a people who were tired and frustrated and needed a change. It took someone who could instill his followers with the same courage and determination that kept him fighting for what he believed in. He did not get to see his dream come true but the fact that his dream still lives on long after his death shows he is still King. The fact that there has been much progress shows that he is still the great, the one and only Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.