CAP Hollywood Reflection #3

First off, just so you know Mr. Mayo, I fully acknowledge that my third reflection is a full week late. I'm sorry.

That said, quite a bit has happened in the past two weeks. Last weekend, which is when I would have written this post if it was on time, we had finished filming. Saturday morning, I recorded voiceovers with one of our actors.That afternoon, Kirin and I went with our actors to film the second and third acts of our film in Dupont Circle. I set up each shot and directed the actors in the shot. Kirin kept track of each shot and made sure that we had filmed everything we needed to. She also gave input as to how shots should be set up.

This past week, I came in before school on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and after school  Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday to edit our footage. Because there was HSA testing happening, I had three hours to edit during those mornings. On Monday morning, Kirin and I went in to edit. We imported the new footage from the camera and edited the footage of the chase scene and the final scene of our film. By the end of the morning, our film was almost done. It needed to be cut shorter and the audio needed to be edited, but besides that, the film was really coming together.

On Tuesday afternoon, I came in afterschool to finish up the film, to find that the hard drive on which we were saving our film had been dropped and our entire timeline was deleted. That day, I stayed after school until 5:30 attempting to salvage some of the raw footage that we had used by dragging it from the hard drive to the media storage on the computer.

The next day, Kirin and I came in again. We found an earlier version of our film saved onto another computer and re-imported the new footage onto that computer. I transferred the voiceovers from the hard drive on which they were saved, to the new computer, using a flash drive. Kirin and I then re-edited the entire second half of the film. We did this in considerably less time than it took us the first time, as we knew what clips needed to be cut, what order shots would be in, and what clips could be cut shorter. With this knowledge, not only did we finish editing more quickly, but we also cut our film down to an acceptable length (four minutes). Kirin and I worked well together. I pieced together the end sequences and kirin worked to cut down the film to the correct length.

After school that day, I came in an edited the audio to make sure all of the sound was at the right levels. The next morning, I came in again to do some fine-tuning and after school, we exported. We effectively completed the majority of our film in a day.

Speaking to your question about my goals, this time last week, our goals were to finish editing and export our film by Friday afternoon. In retrospect, I'd say that we did extremely well with achieving those goals.

CAP Hollywood Reflection

In my media production class right now, we are doing an assignment called CAP Hollywood, in which small groups adapt a short story, written by a group member, into a short film. Our teacher wants us to write a reflection on how the production process has been going. So, that's what this is.

So far, our production process has gone relatively smoothly. Last Sunday we filmed the first half of the footage. We got footage from around Downtown Silver Spring and on the metro. We used a blue tinted filter on the camera which made everything seem darker and drearier. Our current footage is steady and clear. It even has some audio that we can use as background if we bring down the sound levels.

The biggest problem that we ran into was that the red line on the metro going towards DC was shut down for the weekend. We were planning on taking the metro into DC and filming on the metro as we went. Then we were going to film around DC. Instead, we had to take the metro in the other direction to film and we planned to finish filming in DC this weekend.

This didn't happen because one of our actors was sick. Right now, I'm really concerned about how we're going to get our filming finished in time, because our main actor can't film next weekend, and during the week we can't really film because one of my group members babysits, our main actor lives half an hour away, and it's the week before the AP exams. I really don't want to  find a new actor and re-film everything, but we may have to in order to get everything done in time.

Last weekend, I was the cinematographer. I set up angles and shots and filmed. I made sure the footage looked okay. I also directed people to make sure that they were in the right place so that the shots worked. I made sure that the lighting was okay for each shot. In school this week, with the help of my group, I put the some of the shots in the timeline and cut them into a rough cut. I also contributed my input as to what music we should for the first part of the film.

This week, we really need to do our best to finish filming. I'm not sure how realistic that is, but it's a goal. I also plan to help fine tune the editing of the first half of the film. I will help either bring down audio levels or edit out the audio completely. We need to pick the specific music that we want to use. We also need to work on creating a movie poster for our film. Hopefully, we can do that with the footage that we already have. In the long term, we need to put all of our footage in the timeline to make a rough cut  and eventually edit it into the final product.

It looks like we're going to be cutting it pretty close on this project. Hopefully, we get it done in time.

Here's a clip from last weekend's filming session:



In this clip, our main character, Kitty, realizes that a man sitting behind her on the metro is watching her.

Spotlights

Ok, so this probably won't interest most of you, but today, I'm going to talk about spotlights. I'm going to keep this short because I have lots of other homework to do.

To give this some context, my schools musical, Into the Woods opened last Friday. There were three shows last weekend, three this weekend, and we're doing the first act of the show this Wednesday for some elementary school kids. I'm on stage crew and do spotlights.

I'd like to propose that spotlights may be one of the least appreciated part of any show. No one notices that they exist unless they mess up. That said, they're one of the more labor intensive parts of the run crew (at least during the show itself). At our school, the run crew consists of sound (who controls the microphones and sound effects, lights (who control stage lights), props (who keep track of props), and fly (who control the various types of curtains. It's more complicated than that, but I'm not going to get into that right now). There is also a person on stage left and a person on stage right who generally keep track of things during the show.

For the musicals at our school, we normally have four spotlights, two larger, brighter ones on the far left and right, and two smaller, dimmer ones closer to the middle. We do spotlights from the catwalk, which is, for lack of a better explanation, a walkway with a railing that comes out of the ceiling above the first few rows of seats in the auditorium. Its roughly two-ish stories up from the floor. To get there, there is a long ladder on stage left and a short ladder and staircase on stage left. Throughout the show, the people running the spotlights stand next to their spots, generally on a stool of some kind to give them extra height. It is the only position on run crew that requires you to be standing at all times.

With the configuration of the spotlights at our school, the most important characters in the show are spotted by the bright spotlights, while the more minor characters are spotted by the soft spots. People usually spotted by the spotlight diagonal to them, so if a character enters on stage right, they will be spotted by the spotlight on stage left. There are two levers on the spotlights, one which opens the light on the stage and one which controls the size of the light. If the light is too small, you can't see the actors face, but if it is too large, it looks sloppy. There are handles to move the spotlight up and down and back and forth to follow the movement of the actors on the stage.

Spotting people is more difficult than it sounds. Because you are so high up and far away from the actors, it's hard to tell where the light from your spotlight will be when you turn it on. It takes lots of practice to be able to aim the spots correctly. Each person has their own way of aiming. I find it easiest to find a point on the spotlight and line it up with the actors so that the light hits them correctly.

Usually, during musicals at our school, the spotlights are only used during songs. This year, our director decided that the lighting was too dim and so spotlights were needed on all characters at all times. This is nigh impossible, as there are times when there are much more than four characters on stage at once and they all have lines. In addition, the director made this decision after the first show which didn't exactly give us much time to practice. To be clear, the only way to really practice spotlights is to practice while actors are running through the actual blocking of the show (our director didn't really seem to get that). We had to borrow scripts from the actors and go through each scene figuring out who would spot who. We had to change some scenes completely from the way that we'd been practicing.

The thing is, you wouldn't know this from watching the show. Unless one of us completely misses the person whom they are attempting to spot, and their light winds up randomly in the middle of the stage, you don't think about spots at all. It wouldn't cross your mind to think that there are four people standing above your heads wrestling with a light to get it in the right place at the right time so that you can see the actors face. So I guess my point is, the next time you go to a show, try take a moment to appreciate the work that was put into it by all the people behind the scenes, whose work is essential to the show, but whom you can't see. Please.

Why our School Still Needs the Day of Silence

First of all, I'd like to apologize to Mr. Mayo because this blog post is a day late. I'd now like to point out that this is the first time that I have had a late blog post which is more than can be said for much of CAP. I am also not trying to cover up the fact that this is late by manipulating the date that it says that it was posted. Right now, I am trying to juggle all of my homework, the school musical, which opens at the end of the week, and my insomnia. I'm sorry.

Now then, as some of you know, last Friday (April 19) was the Day of Silence. For anyone who doesn't know, the Day of Silence is an event sponsored by the Gay, Lesbian & Straight Education Network (GLSEN). According to GLSEN, Day of Silence is:

"a student-led national event that brings attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying and harassment in schools. Students from middle school to college take a vow of silence in an effort to encourage schools and classmates to address the problem of anti-LGBT behavior by illustrating the silencing effect of bullying and harassment on LGBT students and those perceived to be LGBT."

In other words, on the Day of Silence, students at school are silent to raise awareness about anti-LGBTQ bullying.

This year, it seemed to me that there was a much smaller group of students participating at our school than there was in previous years. To be fair, this year, our school's Day of Silence wasn't all that well planned or well advertised. It was mentioned on the morning announcements, but let's be realistic. Most people don't actually listen to the morning announcements. So some students just didn't know it was going on until they got to class that day. Some students didn't participate because they disagreed with the message. In other words, these are the people who think that it's wrong to identify as LGBTQ. That's fine. Their entitled to that opinion, although, to be clear, the Day of Silence isn't really about whether or not it's ok to be gay. It's about the fact that it's wrong to bully. Some people didn't think that they could keep from talking for a full day. Other students just didn't care. Which is also fine. 

The thing that bothered me is a different group of people. Those are the people who feel that our school doesn't need a Day of Silence because it's already so accepting. I take serious issue with this idea. For starters, our school is enormous, so it's rather hard to say that our school as a whole is much of anything (except for maybe diverse). Because of the size of the school, there are tons of different types of people and a lot of people don't see that far outside their own group. Just because the people who you are surrounded by are accepting and you've never seen anyone being bullied does not mean that it never happens elsewhere in our school. 

I'd say that the intolerance that exists at our school is more subtle. You probably wont get beat up if you identify as gay. It's also less likely that you'll be a social pariah because of it. Which is great. It's more likely that you will get strange looks or overhear whispered comments about your actual or perceived sexual orientation or gender identity. And honestly, that is still a problem and it is still harmful.

You don't have to dig all that deep to find the intolerance and ignorance that exists here. For a feature story that I was writing for my journalism project, I interviewed random students about their perception of transgeder people. I was astonished by both the transphobia and homophobia that I heard throughout my interviews. When asked if they knew what it meant to be transgender, one person told me, "yeah, it's the same as being a faggot." Halfway through the interview, this person's friend chimed in with the comment, "we should kill all the gays." He accompanied the statement with shooting noises and motions. Then he repeated himself. Twice. At another table, one person informed me that her sister was a lesbian. When she said this, her friends all looked at her as if she had said that her sister was from Mars. It was rather disconcerting. At multiple other tables I was told that it was wrong and unnatural, both to identify as gay and to identify as transgender. So you see, just because you personally don't see it doesn't mean like this sentiment isn't there. 

This is not to say that our school is terrible. In comparison to a lot of schools and places in general, this school is pretty accepting. I'm merely saying that it's not quite as accepting as a lot of people seem to think it is because they have not personally seen or witnessed any issues. 

Additionally, I'd argue that the point of Day of Silence is not just to improve your specific school, but to raise awareness on an issue in general. Our school may be relatively accepting, but the same can not be said for many other schools across the country. I think that it sends a powerful message when people across the country are silent in solidarity with the people who go to schools where bullying and harassment is a big problem. 

There are also people who don't do Day of Silence because they think that you shouldn't combat silence with silence. In stead, people need to speak out. I don't see the Day of Silence as fighting silence with silence. Rather, I see it as a way to raise awareness of an issue so that people realize that there is something that needs to be fought against. Sometimes, the silence of many voices can be powerful. It reminds people of an issue in a way that is subtle but difficult to ignore. I think of the Day of silence as a way to get people thinking as opposed to a day meant to fix all of the problems.

Image source: http://www.dosomething.org/actnow/actionguide/national-day-of-silence

Orange on the Seder Plate: The Story That You Know is a Lie

It's almost Passover folks, so I'm going to talk about Jewish holidays again.

Passover is a holiday celebrating the Jew's escape from their enslavement in Egypt with the help of their God. This year, Passover begins on the evening of March 25 and ends on the evening of April 2.

On the first two nights of Passover, there are Seders, ritual feast ceremony things, during which the Haggadah, which tells the order of the Seder (it's kind of like a program. In it, there are prayers, poems, the story of Passover, etc.) is read. One of the elements of the Seder is the Seder plate, a plate with different foods that represent different aspects of the holiday.

On a traditional Seder plate, there are:

•  Maror, or or bitter herbs, to represent the suffering of the Jews when they were enslaved in Egypt
• Charoset, chopped up fruits and nuts, to represent the mortar used by the Jew to build pyramids, and storehouses, and the likes, when they were in Egypt
• Parsley dipped in saltwater to represent the tears of the slaves
• A shank  bone, to represent the Pesach (Passover) offering at the Temple (which was destroyed a long time ago)
• A hard boiled egg, which I was always told stood for rebirth, but apparently it's a sign of mourning over the destruction of the temple. 
• Matzo, unleavened bread (you're not allowed to eat anything leavened, like regular bread, on Passover), to represent the bread that the Jews made in the dessert because they left Egypt too quickly for their bread to rise)

If you are part of a nontraditional, Reform or Reconstructionist Jewish community, you may have also seen an orange on the Seder plate. If you haven't, that's okay, I'm going to talk about it anyway.

For the few of you who read this and have heard of putting an orange on the Seder plate, you've probably heard this story to go with it:

Susannah Heschel, a Jewish feminist scholar was giving a lecture, when a rabbi stood up and shouted that a woman belonged on the Bimah (the alter at which the Torah is read) as much as an orange belonged on the Seder plate.

So as a way to show support for the changing role of women in Judaism (and as a way to laugh in that Rabbis face), people put oranges on their Seder plate.

The thing is, that's not what actually happened. Its a much longer story than that, and I promise that the orange on the Seder plate didn't originally mean what you think it does. This is the real story*:

In 1979, A rebbitzin (Rabbis' wife) was speaking about women and Jewish law at a Jewish Women's group at University of California Berkeley. Someone asked her about her thoughts on lesbians in Judaism. She said that she saw it as a minor transgression, like eating bread on Passover (which you're not supposed to do, but in the scheme of things, isn't that bad). The woman's group was later writing a Haggadah for a Seder, and the comment was brought back up. They decided that what the rebbitzin said didn't match up with the experience of the Lesbians in the group. Rather, they decided that being a Jewish lesbian was a much larger issue, closer to putting bread on the Seder plate (an enormous transgression on Passover, which effectively brings an end to it). So that year, the group put a piece of bread on their Seder plate, in solidarity with Jeish lesbians, to represent the way that they felt that lesbians were treated in Judaism (the idea that "there's as much room for a lesbian in Judaism as there is for a crust of bread on the Seder plate").

Susannah Heschel came across this group's Haggadah a few years later, and decided that instead of putting bread on her Seder plate, which she felt suggested that being a lesbian violated Judaism and a sense of hopelessness, she would put and orange on her Seder plate to represent the fruitfulness that lesbians and gay men brought Judaism when they are allowed to contribute and participate. She also had the people at her Seder spit out the orange seeds to represent the homophobia that had to be spit out of Judaism. She mentioned the tradition at many of her lectures.

From there, the story somehow evolved into the aforementioned one about the sexist rabbi.

Bet you didn't know that, did you?

I find it funny that Jews around the country are going to put an orange on their Seder plate next week and they're not going to have any idea where this tradition really came from. I also find it twistedly  ironic that the story got changed in this way. It took something that symbolized the marginalization of gay and lesbian Jews and sanitized it, twisted it into something more acceptable (I'd say that its a lot more acceptable to be a Jewish woman than a Jewish lesbian). What happened to the tradition is exactly what the tradition originally meant to protest.

That really frustrates me. The change just shows that there still isn't really tolerance for the LGBTQ+ community in Judaism.

The current tradition is still nice. It's wonderful that it supports women in Judaism, as a lot of Jewish tradition is very sexist. But it would be nice if there was some acknowledgment of what this all started as. It is not something that deserves to be swept under the rug and ignored.

Photo link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/photos_by_laurence/5636789948/   

*if you click on the link, look at the first few pages of the first chapter of the book

I'm Very Much Done with PFOX

This is a reflection that I wrote for my media class about the documentary which a partner and I spent the last three months working on (with some of the most boring parts cut out). I planned to write something a little more interesting this week, but it just didn't work out. Sorry about that. This post relates to my previous post about PFOX. If you care to look at it. 

I worked with Brianna to create a documentary about the organization Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays and Gays or PFOX. PFOX is an organization that advocates for the rights of people who identify as ex-gay, in other words, people who have gone through reparative therapy or other processes and believe that they are no longer gay. It is, in theory, made up of people who are the parents and friends of those who identify as either ex-gay or gay. 

I suggested this topic because last year, PFOX handed out fliers at Blair, explaining their message in extremely convoluted language that really boiled down to “you don’t have to be gay”. As a teenager who is an active member of Blair’s Gay-Straight alliance and who identifies as a member of the LGBTQA community, I was personally offended by the fliers. At the time, I did a fair amount of research on PFOX, but when presented with the opportunity to make a documentary, I hoped I could find out more about their perspective. 

We originally set out to write an impartial piece about what PFOX was and what it stood for. Because of their refusal to talk to us, the piece became much more biased, ultimately being about the inconsistencies and intolerance within the group.

I don’t regret picking PFOX as the topic of the documentary; however, I did find it a frustrating topic. I’m not sure that there is much left to explore about PFOX. There isn't that much information about them to be found. Their is really only two very polarized versions of their story to be found. One by them and those who agree with them, and one by those who are very strong supporters of LGBTQ rights. No one else seems to care enough to pay much attention to them. 

I think that the choice of topic shapes the whole documentary project. Our topic turned out to be about a subject who refused to talk to us and about which there wasn't that much information or b-roll to be found. Because of this, our final product was very different from that of a group whose subject was willing to be interviewed and who had plenty of sources of b-roll. 

One of the most surprising things that I learned from this project is how small the organization PFOX really is. When I began this project, I knew that they had sued Montgomery County repeatedly and had a history of handing out their fliers to different schools. Based on that, I assumed that they were a large and well established organization with a big membership. What became abundantly clear as I worked on this documentary is that PFOX was actually a tiny organization and most likely just a front for the Family Research Council to reach out to schools.

My group faced many challenges in this project, from technical difficulties (we had to try five computers before we finally found one that worked, one of our interviews got deleted, our computer wound up being used to film the school play and went missing for a few class periods, etc.) to issues with final cut (some of our audio clips were individually locked and it took us a couple of days to figure out how to fix it) to issues with the topic itself (PFOX refused to talk to us, there was lots of drama over whether PFOX would sue us, there was no footage available anywhere of anyone in PFOX doing anything but talking) to the fact that one of our group members dropped out of CAP halfway through the project. It was one of those projects in which everything that could possibly go wrong has gone wrong.

 I’d probably say that our biggest challenge was that PFOX was not an active organization who did much of anything, but was really just a website. Because of that, it was impossible to find b-roll footage of people who were a part of PFOX doing anything besides talking. We tried to overcome this by using still frames and pictures; however, in my opinion, the lack of b-roll made our documentary less interesting.

In spite of all of the problems that we had throughout this project, I did enjoy myself and I did learn a lot, both about PFOX and about the documentary making process. The subject of the ex-gay movement as a whole and groups which oppose homosexuality is one which interests me immensely. Although I completely disagree with their beliefs, I am of the opinion that the best way to counter beliefs with which you disagree is to learn more about the root of those beliefs and the people who hold them. This project has given me the opportunity to do that to a depth which I most likely would not have otherwise. In addition, this project was the first time that I felt somewhat confident in using Final Cut and editing. Overall, although this wasn't the smoothest of processes, I do think that it was beneficial to my experience in CAP.

I Just Want to go to Sleep

This year, Insomnia has taken over my life. In case anyone doesn't know what insomnia is, it's a sleeping disorder. According to National Institute of Health (NIH), "People with insomnia have trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, or both." Insomnia can be acute (short term) or chronic (ongoing). Acute insomnia lasts for days or weeks and is generally caused by stressful situations. Chronic insomnia lasts for a month or longer. Chronic insomnia is generally a secondary disorder, the symptom of other problems. In rare cases, one could also have primary insomnia, in which case it is a disorder unto itself as opposed to a symptom.

I suffer from chronic insomnia as a secondary disorder to anxiety. Most days I wake up in the middle of the night and can't fall back asleep. Some nights I lay awake for two hours at a time or more. At times, I am also unable to initially fall asleep.

Insomnia is a pain for anyone. It's never fun not being able to sleep. But when you're in high school, it's especially problematic. As a high schooler, most kids are already not getting anywhere near the suggested 8-9 hours of sleep. Realistically, we're all sleep deprived. On a school night, I normally go to bed between 10:30 and 11:30 and get up between 5:25 and 5:35. Based on time frame, if I were to fall asleep immediately and not wake up until the alarm went off, I would still be getting only seven hours and five minutes of sleep. But with the insomnia, there's some nights when I get closer to five hours of sleep and some nights when I only get four. That's half the recommended sleep for people my age. Everyone has some days when they only get that much sleep because they were up late studying or writing an essay, but for me, this is a regular occurrence.

As you might imagine, getting such little sleep takes away one's ability to function in daily life. This year is a ton of work for everyone in CAP. Sleeping for four hours, getting up, and having to go to school and take a test or write an in-class essay is terrible. According to NIH, "Insomnia can cause daytime sleepiness and a lack of energy. It also can make you feel anxious, depressed, or irritable. You may have trouble focusing on tasks, paying attention, learning, and remembering. These problems can prevent you from doing your best at work or school." Well no duh. Without sleep, it's nigh impossible to listen or focus on what a teacher is saying. I have a hard time formulating coherent sentences when speaking out loud, so one could imagine that writing is difficult. My vocabulary diminishes. There's a feeling of complete blankness when I try to remember certain things that I know I should know, and yet without sleep my mind is unable to come up with the information. And this is not a way that I feel once in while, I feel this way a lot of the time. 

The thing is, my lack of sleep is not from lack of trying. When I get four hours of sleep it's not because I had to stay up late to do something. Saying to someone with insomnia "Wow, you need to get more sleep!" or "You need to try to sleep more," or "Just go to sleep," is not at all helpful. That's not how it works. If I could get more sleep, I would. Believe me, it's not like I regularly get four or five hours of sleep just for kicks.

There are some ways to treat insomnia. Some strategies for dealing with insomnia

• Establish a daily routine. Adding regularity to your bedtime routine by getting ready for bed at a specific time and in a specific order can help to fall asleep and stay asleep. (this is hard to do, given the erratic homework load of CAP, but I'm trying)
• Stay away from electronics before bed. The light from the electronics messes up your sleep pattern. Ideally, you should stop using electronics an hour before you go to sleep. Realistically, with homework, this doesn't happen for me, but it's a good idea.
• Learn techniques to calm your mind. When I wake up, part of the reason that I can't fall back asleep is that my mind is racing. This is common among insomniacs. Methods to calm the mind include meditation, counting backwards from one hundred, and playing a word game in which you think of an animal for each letter of the alphabet. The idea is that these techniques help to calm and focus the mind so that you can eventually clear you mind and go back to sleep.
• Herbal remedies. There are certain herbs such as valerian, chamomile, passion flower, and hops which  are supposed to help one fall and stay asleep. These can be taken in the form of teas, tinctures, pill capsules, and liquids. 
• Exercise. Exercise is important to stay healthy and it is helpful to tire out your body and calm your mind. Exercise can also help to balance hormones which, in turn, can help you to sleep.
• Listen to tapes or music. This can be calming and relaxing.
• In extreme cases, sleeping medication. If you have chronic insomnia, your doctor may prescribe medication to help you sleep. The thing to remember about sleeping medications are that while they may help you to sleep, they often have negative side effects and some can be addictive. 

So yeah, that's pretty much it. Please try to be understanding if someone you know has insomnia and they're having a hard day. Remember, don't give them a hard time for not sleeping. Just be sympathetic. 

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Happy Purim and Why I Don't Like King Achashverosh

Happy (late) Purim! For those of you who don't know what Purim is, I shall explain. Purim is a Jewish holiday which falls on the 14th day of Adar (on the Jewish calendar, which is lunar), and falls on the 24th of February this year. Purim revolves around the story of the Book of Esther, or the Megillah. People dress up in costumes and eat hamantaschen (triangle shaped cookies with fruit filling) and give each other baskets of treats called mishloach manot. 

Here's the story of Purim:

Once, there was a king called Achashverosh who was rather fond of excess. One day, King Achashverosh held a seven day feast for the princes of the 127 provinces of his kingdom. On the seventh day, the king was pretty drunk and was showing off, so he called for his wife, Queen Vashti to be brought before him in her royal crown (the rabbis take this to mean in only her royal crown) to show off her beauty. The Queen refused to come, so, upon the advice of his royal advisers, the king banished her. 

Then the king decided that he needed a new queen. He ordered that all the young women of his kingdom be presented before him so that the could choose a new queen (basically an old fashioned beauty pageant). One of these women was Esther, the niece of Mordechai. Esther was Jewish, as was Mordechai. The king took a liking to Esther and decided to make her he new queen. Before Esther married the king, Mordechai told Esther no to reveal that she was Jewish. 

At this point, there's a whole side story in which Mordechai discovers an assassination plot against the king and reports it, saving the kings life, but that's not really important to the story.  

Anyway. The king had an evil adviser named Haman (everyone boos whenever Haman's name is mentioned during the telling of the story). Haman was the most powerful of the king's advisers and everyone bowed down to him when he walked by. Everyone that is, except Mordechai. Mordechai said that he couldn't bow down to Haman because he was Jewish, and Jews could only bow down to their god. 

Haman decided that this was absolutely unacceptable, and that as payback, he would have all the Jews killed. He talked to the king, got his permission to write a proclamation about it, and cast lots ("purim" in Hebrew) to pick the day of the executions. 

Mordechai, understandably upset by this proclamation, sent a letter to Esther telling her that she had to save her people. Esther wasn't big on the idea because it involved her going to talk to the king without being summoned (a crime punishable by death). But in the end, she went. She invited the king and Haman to a feast. At the feast, she revealed to the king that she was Jewish and that Haman was going to have her people killed. The king was appalled, sentenced Haman to death, replaced him with Mordechai, and issued a new proclamation allowing the Jews to fight back against the people trying to kill them. 

And they all lived happily ever after. The end.

Now then, the thing that bothers me about this story is King Achashverosh. When young children, or really any children, are taught about Purim, he is referred to as "the silly king" or "the foolish king". The thing is, if you take a look at what King Achashverosh actually does in the story, there's nothing silly or foolish about him at all.

Lets start at the beginning. The king sends for the queen to show her off (because he's showing off his other property) and he orders her to come, according to the rabbis, in only her crown. Hm. Nice guy. I understand that customs were different at that point of time, but no matter how you look at it, it's rather demeaning to be ordered to present yourself in a room full of drunk men wearing nothing at all. 

And then, when she refuses to come, he decides to find a new queen because the queen must be obedient. Through this decision, he ruins Vashti's life. At that time, women were not considered to have any worth without their husbands (I'm not saying that this was a good thing, but that's how it was), so Vashti was left disgraced, with no way to provide for her self, and no hopes of finding a new husband.  

I also find it interesting that no blame at all is put on Achashverosh for the decree to kill all of the Jews. Sure it was Haman's idea, but it's not like Achashverosh didn't know about it or was tricked into it. The text makes it clear that they had a nice discussion and Achashverosh agreed that it was a fine idea for all the Jews to be killed. He just left it up to Haman to iron out the details. Funny how this is always glossed over in the retelling of the story.

So yeah, King Achashverosh wasn't a particularly silly or foolish. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing and he made some terrible decisions. I also find the language choice somewhat worrisome. When I learned about what King Achashverosh actually did, I learned about in the context of, "this is not an okay way to treat women, King Achashverosh did the wrong thing". The issue is, a lot of Jewish kids wouldn't learn about it that way. I worry that kids will learn what King Achashverosh did and associate that with the fact that he was silly or foolish. The connection would then be that his actions were just silly, nothing to worry about. In my opinion, that's not an okay connection to make.


On that note, I'll leave you with a song by the Maccabeats about Purim. Enjoy!

Look Before You Leap

A couple of weeks ago, I came across a post online which informed me that people were trying to get a law passed in Georgia which would allow gay students to be expelled from public schools. I was rather surprised by the post because a) I'm generally pretty up to date on this type of thing and I hadn't heard about it at all and b) there's been enough negative publicity about Tennessee's "don't say gay" bill that I would have assumed that  this would have been added onto that.

Anyway, the post, which had gotten tons of notes of support and reblogs, linked to a petition, so I went there to see if there was any more information. The petition still didn't have a particularly coherent explanation. It made said that over 100 schools in Georgia don't allow gay students and that these schools were receiving public funding. The petition, if anything, confused me more, as it sound as though different Georgia schools had different policies with regards to whether gay students would be expelled.  At the bottom of the petition, there was a link to a New York Times article, so I clicked that in hopes that the article would explain what in the world was going on.

What I learned in reading the article was that the schools involved in this are private schools. And that changes everything. Basically, what's happening is that in Georgia, state money is being used for scholarships to private schools, some of which don't allow gay students. And see, that's a completely different story. Georgia public schools banning gay students and Georgia giving money to private schools some of which ban gay student are two very different things.

Now I'm not saying that I agree with these schools' policies at all. Personally, I think that the policies are awful. But that's part of private school, they get to make their own rules about this type of thing. And if they're a religious school who wants to make rules about gay students attending their school, that's their prerogative. Whether the government is allowed to fund scholarships to these schools is a question of constitutionality and separation of church and state stuff, and honestly, I don't know if it's allowed or not.

My main point is, please look before you leap into something on the internet. The fact that the post stating that Georgia public schools planned to ban gay students was reblogged over 40,000 times is concerning. It's awesome that that many people were up in arms about the idea, but the amount of ignorance that people displayed there, supporting something without even knowing what they were really supporting is not a good thing at all.

It also showed a basic lack of logic and understanding of politics. If you think about it, the whole thing really wouldn't make sense because, first of all,  where would a gay student go if they got expelled? Wouldn't they have to go to school in a different state? And second of all, the sodomy laws in Georgia were struck down by courts, so why would a state a state in which its not illegal to be gay now allow their students to be gay?

On top of that, the fact that the poorly articulated petition got over 50,000 signatures is concerning. If you were to read the petition, you would think that the petition was being sent to the head of the Department of Education (who isn't the appropriate person to send it to at all, by the way), when in fact, upon closer examination, it is being sent to the Georgia State Schools Superintendent (who is a more appropriate person to send it to). Basically, this petition was super vague and misleading and still managed to get 50,000 signatures.

This ties into something much bigger. With the increased ability to organize and spread awareness through the internet, comes the increased possibility that your true message will get mixed up with misinformation or lost completely along the way. Now that people can show their support with just a click of their mouse, they don't even bother to understand what they're supporting. People need to be careful to make sure that they know what it is that they're supporting instead of blindly supporting a cause which may or may not really exist. With increased access come an increased responsibility to check things out before we jump onto the bandwagon.

Why Group Work Doesn't Always Work

Right now, I'm really fed up with group work. We do a lot of group work in CAP; it's part of the program. I suppose that the reason that we do so much group work is that CAP is a communications based program and it's important to learn to work with others. The thing is, group work doesn't often work out all that well.

First of all, often times, teachers will tell students that they are allowed to form their own groups, but that they should work with people who they don't usually work with or someone who is interested in doing a similar idea, as opposed to their friends. Anyone who has ever been a student can tell you that that doesn't actually happen. As soon as a teacher says that students are allowed to pick their own groups, students start looking around, making eye contact with their friends, with that subtle head cock and nod that means, "lets work together". The second part of the teacher's statement either completely goes unheard, or is met with an eye roll and then ignored. Teachers notice  patterns of student behavior in their classrooms, so I'd be surprised if they didn't notice this; however, this never seems to change.

Fine. I'm not saying that I want teachers to assign groups for every project. But I don't understand the point of making the statement if both teachers and students know that it isn't actually going to effect the makeup of the groups. I'm also not saying that I don't like working with my friends. I enjoy it as much as anyone else. But if the whole point of group work is to learn to work with diverse and different groups of people, it doesn't really make sense to always work with the same group when given the opportunity.  Also, if this is the goal of the teachers, it doesn't make sense that they allow this dynamic to exist unaddresed. 

Another big issue that I have with group work is the distribution of work within the group, which is very rarely equal. Often, one member of the group will wind up doing most or all of the work on a group project. I think that most of us have probably been in both the position of the person doing all of the work and the person doing very little work at one point or another.  Being in the position of the former is extremely frustrating. The whole point of a group project is that the teacher is asking students to do something that is not meant to be done alone, either because it's too big to do alone or because students are meant to learn something from each other. Teachers base the amount of time given to do a project on the assumption that the work load will be shared between students.When one student has to do all of the work, the project loses a lot of it's meaning. In addition, the project becomes an unfair burden on that student's time. For example, in a group of three, the student who does most of the work often winds up spending three times the amount of time expected of one student because they have to carry the burden of their peers work as well. 

 I'm also not saying that this always happens. Sometimes groups are very well balanced. From what I've observed, on of the reasons that friends consistently work together is that work gets distributed more fairly among friends, or if one person winds up with all the work, it is more because they are willing to do it and less because no one else is. 

In CAP, we all have a lot of work right now. The work load is pretty overwhelming as it is. So when you have to do not only the work assigned to you, but also the work of others in a group, it's just ridiculous. I think that ultimately, we all benefit when everyone does their fair share. 

What it's Like to Live in Takoma Park/Silver Spring: Cheder

So the assignment here started out being  to make a movie about what it was like to live in Silver Spring, but we were given a lot of leeway on how we wanted to do that, so I decided to focus more specifically on my Jewish community. As the video says, I'm a member of a parent taught Hebrew school. I've talked about it a little in my previous post about my bubble.

 The parents in Cheder rage from Atheists to Jews to Christians, all of who want to give their children a Jewish education. Because of this, we get a more diverse perspective from our teachers than one would get at many other more conventional Hebrew schools.

I've been going to Cheder for ten years now. I am the only person left from my class (age group) at this point. After having a Bar or Bat Mitzvah, it is no longer required to come to Cheder, so everyone else my age has stopped coming. I continue to go to Cheder because I really enjoy the community it provides. For me, Cheder is a group of supportive families who I know will look out for and care about me. This year, because I don't have anyone else in my age group, I was given the opportunity to decide what I wanted to learn about, so I am studying women in the Torah, a topic which personally interests me.

The video shows clips of each of the classes at Cheder (except for the first and second graders).
The first class shown is leaning about Jewish immigration to America and specifically discussing the role that Jews played in the labor movement.
 The second class shown is learning about Sodom and Gomorrah. The teacher is explaining that the name of a character is not given in the text so one would have to look at the midrash (the rabbi's interpretation of the text.
The third class is of a Hebrew class in which the students are learning the colors.
The forth class is another Hebrew class in which students are discussing the vocabulary for objects around the classroom, specifically the word for floor (transliterated to reetzpah).

The audio from these clips is somewhat difficult to understand. Listening to it at a higher volume could be helpful.

More on Gender

So previously, I've written posts on my thought about gender. Just to reiterate, what I've said in those posts is basically that gender is really just a social construct, something created by the society in which we live to make distinctions between people that often don't really exist. In present day, this is a pretty radical view, but I'm not the only person who feels this way. I thought that today I'd highlight some artists and authors who express this same view.

First I'd like to talk about the song, "When I was a Boy", by Dar Williams.

Dar Williams is a folk singer. She writes songs about a variety of social issues, as well as her own experiences. I had the privilege to see her in concert at my sleep-away camp this summer. She explained that this song was about her experience as a "tomboy" when she was little. This song really captures the way in which gender is something forced on people by the society around them. The speaker in the song talks about having many traits, as a child, which are stereotypical assigned to a boy. As she grows up, she finds herself conforming to the societal expectations of a girl, yet she feels like she has lost something. She also feels like she can't share the way she was as a child with anyone. The same goes for the man who she speaks to at the end of the song.

I think that this song reflects the experiences of a lot of people. No one perfectly fits into the societal ideals for gender; however, our society places such a big emphasis on fitting into a gender (specifically, your biological sex) that people give up pieces of themselves to do so.

Next I'd like to talk about Andrea Gibson. Andrea Gibson is an amazing slam poet. Her poetry deals with gender, sexuality, class, bullying, and war, among other things. I'd like to specifically highlight her poem "Swing Set". The poem can be found on YouTube under the search "Andrea Gibson swing set"; however, the link isn't posted here due to language. Before you continue reading though, please watch the poem. 

This poem touches me in a way that I'm not sure that I can describe. I've definitely experienced some of that childhood curiosity myself, working at summer camps, and just being around kids. Last summer, I worked at a camp for a three week session. During the last week, one of the second graders who I had been working with every morning and afternoon for the full session came up to me and asked, "Are you a boy or a girl". A conversation very similar to the one described in Andrea's poem ensued. I got the same question from other campers, one of whom wouldn't talk to me or sit near me because she thought I looked like a boy. In various places, I'll catch a little kid, generally about three or four years old, looking at me and I'll smile at them or say hi. Sometimes, as they walk away, I'll hear, "Daddy, that boy was my friend" or "Daddy, that boy was nice, I like him." Their parents will glance back over their shoulder to look at me again, before giving their child an indulgent smile.

As she points out, it's the adults and older kids who care. In that moment when the parents glance back to look again at the teen who they didn't bother to really notice, there is a look of judgment on their faces that doesn't exist for their kid, as the parent wonders, "is that a boy or a girl". The bathroom incident that she describes has happened to me more than once. And the thing is I live in an extremely tolerant area. It's not like I'm bullied for looking the way that I do. A lot of people don't care at all. So if I still have to deal with some of what she describes in this poem in an area as liberal as the one in which I live, I can only imagine what it must be like for people who aren't as fortunate.

While I agree that (for the most part), young children don't care that much about whether you (as an older person or figure of authority) fit gender norms, at the same time children are extremely aware of gender. Although there is no judgment in the question or assumption that I am a boy, there still is an understanding of what girls and boys are supposed to be like and look like. This understanding, instilled in people at such an early age, has the potential to provide the basis for judgment and intolerance later in life. It also has an enormous effect on the way in which they live their own lives and change themselves to fit into this understanding.

Finally, there is Kate Bornstein, an author, playwright, and performance artist. Bornstein is best known for the books she's written on gender theory. Her books talk about gender as a social construct, moving beyond gender, and her personal experiences as first, a transsexual woman, and then as someone who does not identify with any gender. Bornstein's books discuss gender in a way that is frank, educational, and engaging.  I agree with a lot of what Bornstein says. She basically says what I'd like to say but in a better and more coherent way.  Bornstein has a gender workbook titled My Gender Workbook: How to Become a Real Man, a Real Woman, the Real You, or Something Else Entirely (which you can find if you search it on Google books). There isn't that much of it on Google books, but there is a gender aptitude quiz that I really suggest that you take. The quiz really gets you thinking about your own gender and how you relate to the concept of gender.

Charter Schools and Saving the World

I watched the documentary The Lottery, a film about the lottery to get into the Harlem Success Academy, a high performing charter school in New York City. A charter school is a school that receives federal funding but is not subjected to some regulations of other public schools.

This lottery is, for some of the children, their one shot at a good education. These students generally come from lower income families, whose parents can’t afford to move to an area with better schools, or take their children out of the children’s zoned schools and place them in a private school. The film portrayed both this charter school, as well as charter schools in general, in a very positive light.

This film was an hour and a half long, but took me close to two and a half hours to watch, because I kept pausing the film to take notes and to talk with my mom.


My mom's job has to do with civil rights in education, and she is generally against charter schools because she has seen them used in the context of parents in the south who put their kids in charter schools because their children's zoned school (also known as home school) is too "integrated". She also says that many charter schools seem to think that they are above the law and don't have to follow various federal 
nondiscrimination laws.


She takes the position that instead of making charter schools, the money that would go to charter schools should be used to improve already existing schools.
What really struck me about the schools in the movie is the enormous difference between the performance of the students in the Harlem Success Academy and the students at the zoned schools.

I don't think that giving money to the already existing zoned schools would be able to save them in this situation. It would take a full overhaul of the education system in New York and maybe in America to do that. 

It seemed that the difference between the charter schools and zoned schools in the movie was that zoned schools expected the students to fail. No one at the zoned schools expected the students to succeed in life, and consequently, most of them didn't. In the Harlem Success Academy, the teachers hadn't given up on the kids. They were still pushing their students to succeed, regardless of what the world thinks of their chances at success.


And that's not something that can change with more money. That's something that will take school systems reassessing the way that they approach education as a whole.


From there, my mom and I started talking about how unions played into education. In the movie, the teachers union was presented as harmful to schools because union contracts make it difficult to get rid of incompetent teachers and make any change to the schools efficiently. This is something that charter schools don't have to deal with because they can hire teachers who are not members of the teachers union.


This was something that I was very conflicted about because I think that unions are important, but at the same time, I recognize that the currently, the way that the unions function may not be the most efficient or effective.


So my conclusion on that was that the unions also need to be reformed. Not gotten rid of, which how the charter schools dealt with them. That is not a real solution. But improved so that teachers and students and parents all get their needs met.


At this point, I came to the conclusion (and shared with my mom) that the world needs to be reformed. Just in general. The schools, the unions, the economy, gender, the government, the entire structure of our society.


And I know that that's ridiculous. It’s unrealistic and overly idealistic. I realized it as I said it. And my mom also pointed it out to me. She said that she fundamentally agrees with me, that this type of thing takes time, that change is a long and continuous process. She also pointed out that change takes all types of people. The idealists and the realists.
 
I think that she makes a good point. I think that people often forget that it takes both sides of the spectrum to make a difference. The idealistic extremists and their strong beliefs are needed to make change. But the more logical, realistic people also need to be there. These people create a balance, giving reality checks, helping things stay structured and not get lost in the craze of ideology.
 
I often tend to be an idealist. Some people think that that’s pointless, that  idealists are stupid because they ignore the realities of life for the world that they think should exist. I think that being an idealist is also valuable. Without idealists, the ideas for a lot of the progress in the world wouldn't exist. At the same time, realists are also needed to keep any movement grounded in reality.
 
So I don't think that I can fix the world. I don't even think that I really know what needs to be fixed. But I hope that I can make some kind of difference. I think that as crazy as it can sometimes be, my way of looking at life is valid too.

A bit about PFOX

This week I'm going to talk about my documentary topic, PFOX. I'd like to open with the clarification that this is going to be an impartial post. I am writing this to post some information about this organization  not to share with you my personal beliefs.

I'm writing a blog post on this because it seems that many of my peers know of PFOX, but don't really know anything much about them, which I think is never a good thing, especially when it comes to a topic that is this controversial. When the PFOX flier was sent out last year at Blair, some of the people I talked to didn't really understand what the flier was saying. Now when I say that my partners'and my documentary topic is PFOX, some people vaguely remember that they were"the flier people", but not much else.

PFOX, or Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays and Gays, is a national nonprofit organization. It was founded in 1998 and is headquartered in Virginia. It state that it id an organization that works to educate the public on sexual orientation and the ex-gay community. It also says that "PFOX supports an inclusive environment for the ex-gay community, and works to eliminate negative perceptions and discrimination against former homosexuals."

To give this some context, PFOX describes ex-gays as people with unwanted same-sex attractions who, "Make the personal decision to leave homosexuality via secular therapy, Homosexuals Anonymous support groups, faith based ministries, and other non-judgmental environments."

PFOX supports the idea that people should have the option of "self-determination", or that people should be told that with the proper guidance, they can leave homosexuality.

According to PFOX, "PFOX families love their homosexual child unconditionally. Unlike other organizations which insist that parental love is conditional on affirming homosexual behavior, there are no conditions on our love for our children. We do not have to approve of everything our children do." 

The website links to PFOX's statement of principles (if you click this link, please don't skip the intro), a site that opens with the statement that ""Path [the site] is a non-profit coalition of organizations that helps people with unwanted same-sex attractions (SSA) realize their personal goals for change -- whether by developing their innate heterosexual potential or by embracing a lifestyle as a single, non-sexually active man or woman." In other words, PFOX's principles are that people should have access to organizations that help them leave "unwanted same-sex attractions".

PFOX feels that "former homosexuals" are the least visible minority group in America. PFOX works to gain recognition and acceptance for "ex-gays" and the organization itself, which is often met with a negative reaction from the liberal community

PFOX, an organization who's main target audience is children and teens, sends fliers explaining itself and its goals to school around the country. As I'm sure that some of you remember, Blair was a recipient of those fliers last year. Some of you may not have received the fliers, as some teachers made the decision to not had them out to students. I can't find the specific flier that our school received but this flier is similar and has pretty much the same information.

PFOX also supports students in starting an Ex-gay and Straight Friends club at school. The website explains that this club would be a safe environment for students to discuss "alternatives to homosexuality". It states that "gay student clubs encourage questioning youth to immediately self-identify as 'gay and proud.' With an Ex-Gay Alternatives club at their school, students who struggle with same sex attractions have the option of receiving all the facts on sexual orientation in a fair and balanced manner instead of being pressured to adopt a gay identity."

Honestly, I'm going to stop short of drawing any real conclusion here because I don't know how to do that in an unbiased manner. I feel like this post isn't all that substantive because I couldn't put any of myself into it. This was very difficult for me. Maybe it was a good exercise though. I think that it is a valuable skill to be be able to explain one side of a very charged topic while removing your personal opinions from your explanation.

  I plan to return to this subject when I'm done with the documentary. In the meantime, please, please, please, comment with your own opinions. Do you agree with PFOX? Disagree? Interested in starting an Ex-gay and Straight Friends club at Blair? Think that would be a bad idea? Really, I would appreciate all reaction in the form of comments.

I'll leave you with this video posted on the PFOX YouTube channel:

There's a Girl in the Girls' Bathroom

For this post, I'd like to share an experience that I had recently.

So all of you who know me know that the way that I dress is generally pretty androgynous. It's not super masculine  but it's not particularly feminine either. My hair is pretty short, not a crew cut, but shorter than a bob. The day that this happened, I was wearing a loose grey fleece sweatshirt, loose jeans, and tennis shoes. I'm used to having people mix up my gender every once in a while, and refer to me as a boy, or use male pronouns, but on this occasion  something that goes beyond that happened.

After school, I stopped at the Community Center to use the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, there was a gaggle of middle school girls standing there gossiping. When they saw me, they got quiet. Then they started giggling nervously. One of them muttered, "what the h**l." I ignored them. As I went into a stall, one of them said to me, "Wait, this is the girls room." I replied with, "yes indeed." Normally, that's enough to clear up any confusion. Not for them. They continued to giggle nervously, whispering to each other, "What's he doing?" They then left but continued to discuss me loudly, right outside of the bathroom door.

"What is wrong with him?" "I think that's a girl?" "Why is he still in there?" "Should we tell someone?"

They decided that they should take action on their own. They opened the door to the bathroom and switched the lights off, then hastily retreated. As there were no windows in the bathroom, it was pitch black. I could barely see my hand right in front of my face.

As I groped to unlock the door of the stall and find the light switch, I felt like crying. I don't think that anyone deserves to be treated like that.

First of all, leaving then returning to turn off the lights on me was not the correct way to handle the situation at all. If they were that confused, they could have specifically asked if I was a girl. If they truly thought that I was a guy, they should have gotten security. Not that I would have appreciated that either, but turning out the lights was just stupid and immature. If I was a guy and I had gone into the girls bathroom on purpose, I don't see how turning out the lights would really make a difference. If anything, it would have just made me angry.

I recognize that these were middle schoolers and middle schoolers are, by  nature, not always the best at handling this type of situation. At that age tweens, egged on by their friends, are infamous for doing stupid things without thinking about how their actions might affect anyone else involved. I understood that fully, even as it was happening. But that really doesn't make their actions any less hurtful.

I don't mind that they initially confused my gender, that's just one of the things that happens. I do mind the way that they continued to treat me after my gender should have been clear to them. Just because I didn't say, "I am a girl," does not mean that I'm not one. That is not something that I should have to proclaim whenever I go into a bathroom.

This all fits into my first blog post rather nicely. Gender is ridiculous. It's just a series of stereotypes put in place that tell us that our genitalia should dictate how we look and act. And that if we don't fit in with those stereotypes there's something wrong with you.

But really, there isn't. As cliched as this sounds. Everyone is exactly who they are supposed to be. I am just as much of a real girl as the middle schoolers in the bathroom were.

So please, don't make assumptions on gender based on appearance. It is absolutely unnecessary. Please don't assume that you know everything about a person because they fit your image of a girl or a boy. If you don't know and you're worried about offending someone, ask as politely as you can, and if they seem offended, explain that you didn't want to hurt them by drawing the wrong conclusion. And just be nice. Please.

This link is targeted towards parents raising gender nonconforming children, but I think that really, it's something that anyone can benefit from.


Also, Stephanie commented on my first blog post with this link, but I think that it's a great video and really fits here as well so I figured I'd share it here as well.

Israel Discussion in a Kosher Restaurant

Those of you who follow what's going on in the middle east know that things between Israel and Gaza are not looking pretty right now. There's a conflict going on that involves rockets, the death of innocent civilians, and the possibility of a ground war. All in all, not so much fun. Also, not all that new. This type of thing has been happening on and off, pretty much since Israel first became a state. But that's not the point. The News isn't telling you that. The News is telling you about the escalating conflict and stuff. Because it doesn't make a good story to say, "Israel and Gaza are going at it. Again." This is not meant to undermine the violence going on there. This is terrible stuff, and the fact that it isn't new doesn't make it any less terrible.

Anyway. My uncle and his family live in Israel on the kibbutz Ma'agan Michael, a small socialist community based on the idea of farming the land (they also have a plastic factory that makes toilets). The kibbutz is to the north of Israel, near Haifa for those of you who know where that is. To give some perspective, Gaza is much further south. But with close family living in Israel, this type of conflict makes my family worry.

The issue is, my mom is extremely liberal and seriously faults Israel for its occupation of Gaza. My Zaydie (her father), is an Orthodox Jew, who is liberal in most social and economic things, but orthodox in those things Jewish. He doesn't think Israel is completely perfect, but if you criticize Israel too much around him, he'll snap. As you can see, in a family with a large stake in what happens in Israel and largely conflicting view points, there might be a bit of conflict. Just a bit.

This came to fruition today after lunch, while sitting in a kosher restaurant (where my Zaydie's views are generally more popular). My mom was talking with her parents about my uncle and Israel and what was going on there. It somehow came up that my uncle had been kind of pushing my grandparents to move to Israel. As you might expect, considering that most people who's parents live nearby don't want their parents to move out of the state, much less to a war ridden country across the globe, my mom was vehemently opposed to the idea of them moving.

At one point, she mentioned that she would never want to live in a country in which the government actively oppress their population. My Zaydie clearly took a bit of offence, but at that point, things were still relatively civil. From there, they got to how the Jews who moved to Israel originally got their land, whether they had bought it from the Palestinian's or stole it from them (sounds a bit like conflict surrounding the US and the Native American's, huh). My mom talked about how the government forced Palestinians off their land to give the land to people who immigrated to Israel. My Zaydie compared it to how the US, "stole one-third of our land from Mexico, but we're friends with Mexico now and the US isn't a bad place." And things kind of spiraled downhill from there. Very quickly.      

Personally, I'm not sure what to think about all this. I've grown up listening to both my mother's perspective and my Grandfather's. At my parent taught, cooperative Hebrew school, I've had classes that do their very best to give both sides of the conflict. I go to a Jewish sleep-away camp that stresses labor Zionism  the idea that there should be a Jewish state and that Jews should move to Israel and farm the land. But even at this camp, the counselors do their best to teach us that Israel isn't perfect.

Honestly, I don't think that this is an issue with one right answer, if any right answer. At this point, both the Israelis and the Palestinians are at fault. Neither side is even close to perfect. You can't really play one side as the victim and one side as the persecutor. It doesn't work that way.

Unfortunately, that is what people have the tendency to do. Many people see this as either the Israelis oppressing the Palestinians or the Palestinians are bombing the Israelis, unprovoked. People tend to pick the extremes in a conflict that is no where close to black and white. Both my mom and my Zaydie understand that actually. But a lot of people don't

The thing about my mom and Zaydie's argument is that it isn't all that rare. This is the type of things that really has the potential to divide families. And in arguments about this, no one will win. No one will persuade the others that they're right and the others are wrong.

 
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Capture the Fall

This week I made my Capture the Fall video for media class. I used a flip camera to film it.

Here's a list of my shots:
1. colorful trees
2. my brother riding his bike
3. my mom walking our dog
4. a lawn display
5. a leaf pile along the street
6. fallen leaves
7. a spring with leaves in it at a park
8. my brother swinging
9. a tiny stream at the park
10. my brother walking
11. my brother throwing pine needles
12. a pretty sidewalk chalk drawing
13. more fallen leaves

Unlike some of the videos that I've seen for this project, my video doesn't tell a story or have any overarching theme besides fall. The clips that I used were things that I associate with fall in general. My favorite clip is the one of my brother throwing pine needles into the air. It looks staged, but it's actually not. It's just the type of thing that my brother does. I brought the camera to the park with me to film and  looked over at my brother and that's what he was doing.

There are a couple things that I didn't put into my Capture the Fall project that I wish that I could have. For me, fall is strongly associated with waking up and coming homes from school when it's dark. Unfortunately I kept forgetting to take my camera with  my to school, so I never got that footage.

One of the biggest challenges I faced when making this video was using the editing software, WeVideo. This is only the second video that I've ever edited so I still don't really know what I'm doing. I don't own any editing software so I had to use a free online software, WeVideo. WeVideo proved to be very glitchy. Some  of the clips would freeze as I tried to edit them so that when I tried to watch it in the editor, it would go through a couple clips and then freeze. In addition, the editor wouldn't play the transitions that I inserted between clips. Although the transitions wound up working when the video was exported to YouTube, I could only hope that they worked right because WeVideo would just skip over them.  

Leftover Soup

I spent the weekend in New York city with my family, going to see the Broadway show Newsies. We had a great time at the show, but I also had an experience this weekend that really moved me.

We rode the bus in to New York and walked to our hotel, stopping at a restaurant for dinner. My brother ordered soup that he decided he didn't like and didn't eat. Although nobody wanted the leftover soup, my dad took it to go. As we walked from the restaurant to the hotel, we passed a young woman, sitting under a store awning with a sign saying something along the lines of "Hungry and Broke, Please Help". She was sitting hunched against the wall in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, her blond hair whipping around her thin face in the wind. My dad offered her the leftover soup. Often in these situations, the homeless person will respond with thank you, god bless you, god bless your family, have a nice evening, and on, but she simply said, "yes, thank you."

First of all, she must have been freezing. It was dark, cold, and windy, and I was shivering in my winter coat, so I can barely imagine how cold she must have been in just a flannel shirt. But what really struck me in the encounter was a tone in her voice. As she accepted the soup, there was a something that crossed from thankfulness into desperation. The "yes" was an exclamation, the "thank you", tagged on to the end in an attempt to save face, to cut that desperation a bit.

My mom was also moved by the encounter. To her, it was less about the woman's tone of voice and more about her age. Often, the people you see on the streets at night are middle aged men, but this girl looked like she was only a few years older than me. After we walked another block, my mom decided to go back and give her twenty dollars.

Interactions like the one described above always leave me feeling guilty. As a privileged teen, I never have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. At the same time, in these situations, I think that people have the propensity to look down on the homeless people they meet. They feel bad for them, but they also feel better than them. At my summer camp, we have spent days discussing this; whether it is better to give money to a person on the street, or to donate money to an organization that helps homeless people. The subject also came up of how it's difficult, but important to remember that you aren't any better than the people to whom you're giving your money, just in a different situation.

I don't know what this woman's story was, why she was on the street, or even how she felt about being there. That's something that I'll never know. But as we walked around New York city for the next two days, I saw an amazing amount of homeless people on the streets, many more than you see walking around DC.

According to the Coalition for the Homeless, an advocacy and service group, homelessness in in New York City is currently at its highest level since the Great Depression. In June 2012, there were 46,600 homeless people sleeping in municipal shelters each night, including 11,200 homeless families with 19,200 homeless children. This is not including the number of unsheltered homeless people, as there is no accurate count of unsheltered homeless people in New York City. Studies show that the primary cause of homelessness, especially among families is a lack of affordable housing in New York City. In addition according to a report published by the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, 92.9% of chronically homeless people in New York City are African American and 82.3% are male. They found that people experiencing transitional homelessness (one short term stay at a homeless shelter) are also predominately African American and Male.

I don't think that my experience that night has really changed how I'm going to behave in the future. It hasn't left me any more inclined to run out and volunteer at a homeless shelter or to hold a canned food drive. I think that really this experience has simply helped me relate more to the situation of homeless people. We all tend to relate the most with people with whom we feel we have something in common. I think that I saw something of myself in that cold, desperate young woman. I have no idea what it was, but it was there. And that something made her, and through her, the issue of homelessness, seem more real to me.




Homeless Girl

Don't Burst my Bubble

I live in a bubble. I think that it's safe to say that most of us do in CAP. This bubble includes all aspects of my life--my school community, my family, the neighborhood in which I live, my friends, my religious community, even my socialist summer camp. In this bubble, everyone believes pretty much the same thing.

That is not to say that people aren't opinionated, in fact, in bubble land, most people have extremely strong opinions, they're just all the same.

This weekend, I went on a trip with my Jewish community, a cooperative, parent run group, to a lodge on the Appalachian Trail. The professions of the adults present ranged from union organizers to a civil rights lawyer to a NASA scientist, to a professor of Astronomy at Johns Hopkins University, to an education policy consultant, to an urban planner. These were adults from a huge variety of professional fields. On this trip, I attempted to work on my crystal ball assignment, researching the demographics of Pennsylvania and using the information to predict the result of the upcoming election in Pennsylvania. Upon my explanation of the assignment, the adults present launched into a long conversation about the Pennsylvania elections, from the talking points of the U.S. Senatorial election, to the union's position about president Obama, to their own experiences canvasing there.

After the conversation, which covered a lot of issues but was really a bunch of adults agreeing with each other about things, the adults turned back to me. One of them jokingly presented me with their predictions for Pennsylvania's elections. "Our conclusion is that the Cheder adults want Obama to win Pennsylvania." Accept for really, it wasn't  joke, it was a pretty good summary of both their conversation and the political views of almost everyone around me. I know only three republicans. Literally, three. Besides those three, anyone I know would tell me that they planned to vote for Obama in the upcoming election and that they hope that he wins.

Hey, I'm fine with that. I hope Obama wins just as much as any of them. But at the same time, it's important for me, even more than it would be otherwise, to educate myself about issues, try to find both sides of each story, and figure out what I believe personally.

On my Hebrew school trip that night, we were all sitting around the campfire, the adults singing songs from a Tom Lehrer album, including Pollution , National Brotherhood Week, and The MLF Lullaby . Not your traditional campfire songs, but hey, why not. You sing songs about fires burning bright, we sing political satire.

After somewhere around the fifth song, I commented on how strange we must seem, sitting around a campfire singing about politics. They responded with a comment about my bubble. Someone pointed out how strange the real world would seem after being raised constantly surrounded by people like them. I responded by saying that I wouldn't ever have to leave my bubble. And it's true. I could theoretically go from bubble to bubble, from liberal land to liberal land, for the rest of my life. The helpful people of Cheder even suggested colleges I could go to if that was my goal, Oberlin College, University of California, Berkeley and University of Texas at Austin.

But honestly, I don't really want to live in my bubble for the rest of my life. I appreciate the beliefs that surround me and largely agree with them, but at the same time, I feel like I can't possibly know what I believe until I've really been exposed to people who don't fit into my bubble, who disagree with everything that I'm used to hearing, and who can intelligently explain their position. Part of me wants to go to a conservative college, just to get the other side of the story. Odds are very low that I'm going to do that. I'd probably be miserable. After your childhood is spent in an all enveloping bubble, you can't break out of it all at once, even if your sure that you want to (and I'm not sure at all).

I have one last point. Almost everyone lives in some kind of bubble. Whether you live in political bubble, a religious bubble, a racial bubble, or another type of bubble, odds are good that you live in some kind of bubble. When people go out of one bubble, they don't generally spend the rest of their lives bubble free, they just move to a different bubble. Bubbles are often just another way that people separate themselves from others and build barriers between themselves and people with whom they disagree or don't understand.      

Bubble Picture