Final/Rough Draft

Rough Draft

The issue I have decided to focus on is the history of Africa as a continent, and the disease HIV/AIDS, and some suggestions on what can be done to reverse the current problems in Africa. It seems to me that the more and more people that profit from the African continent off of resources such as Gold, Diamonds, Petroleum, Bauxite and just about any other resource needs to take responsibility and take there part in developing the nations that need the most help.

History

Africa is the birthplace of Human Race. Africa is where we evolved from apes to the modern race of humans. Africa is also home to one of the first great civilizations “Ancient Egypt” which rose from north east Africa some 5,000 years ago. As time passed on nations rose and fell, and by 500 years ago there were successful cities, markets, and centers of learning scattered all over the continent. Sadly this whole process has been strangled by the prevalence of the greedy European powers.

By the late 1700’s Africans were being exported like cargo to North America to work first as servants then as slaves. The process of reconciliation was brutal. Only recently have some of the human rights that everyone should have, have been restored for the African American community. The African slave trade took place in many places not only America. Meanwhile in the late 19th century most of Africa is being divided between the European powers. However, amazingly a few countries managed to stay intact during this infestation of foreign rule. Currently throughout the continent there is a feeling of devastation. Issues concerning public health are of little concern to most governments.

The Issues

HIV/AIDS

AIDS was first identified as a disease in America in 1981. Since then more than 20 million people have died from it. Africa is hit the hardest, particularly the Sub-Sahara region were an estimated 23.1 / 39.4 are infected. This shows that current efforts are not being successful in keeping HIV/AIDS under control.







Government

Most African governments are not paying attention to there people. For instance in Sudan, were there is a division between two tribes. One lives in the south were Massive oil reserves are located. This southern tribe has little or no clue what oil is yet they are forced out of there homes and killed for living on top of it. This is ridiculous because they do not use the oil. Instead of robbing it from them, the northern Sudanese tribe needs to offer some sort of compensation.


Slowly through mass violence and reform African countries gained there independence

Outline

Africa’s Issues
Marcus Francis
November 2, 2005
I.The people of Africa
A. History
1. 500 years ago there were successful cities, markets, and centers of learning scattered all over the continent
2. Late 19th century most of Africa is being divided between the European powers.
3. Birth Place of Human Race
4. 5,000 years ago one of the first great civilizations “Ancient Egypt” which rose from north east Africa some 5,000 years ago
B. Issues keeping Africa from moving forward
1. HIV/AIDS
a) AIDS was first identified as a disease in America in 1981, and since then the epidemic has not stopped growing.
b) Sub-Saharan Africa is the region of the world that is most affected by HIV & AIDS.
c) Around 2 million children under 15 are living with HIV and more than twelve million children have been orphaned by AIDS.
d) An estimated 25.4 million people are living with HIV and approximately 3.1 million new infections occurred in 2004.
e) In just the past year the epidemic has claimed the lives of an estimated 2.3 million people in this region.

2. Corrupt Government
Governments in African nations such as The Congo, and places like Rwanda have committed mass genocide. Governments are often selfish and are only thinking about personal gain. A government is supposed to be a tool to advance a society not one to hold it back and reap the benefits of others labor.
3. Africans Holding on to Traditions
In Africa many traditions are held on to. I think this is beautiful however it has held many Africans back. Due to some of these traditions most Africans sadly prefer to see a witch doctor before they go to see a western-doctor. In many cases the witch doctor will cheat the patient, telling them for instance that they do not have HIV/AIDS
4. Food
There is the issue of hunger in Africa. Many bellies are not full. People, especially children suffer from malnutrition.
II.Solutions
1. HIV/AIDS
• In order to solve the epidemic of HIV/AIDS the long-term planning will need to be taken serious by all parties involved and implemented. One of the best ways to slow the process of HIV/AIDS is prevention. These prevention efforts need to be taken serious within individual countries, and furthermore within each city or village. This would call for 90 percent of Africans to protect themselves against HIV/AIDS, and that at least 9 percent of the HIV- positive Africans get the treatment and care they need.
2. Corrupt Government
• Governments need to take the issues serious and work on plans specific to their economical, and resources to fight the issues and make their countries successful for all.
3. Africans Holding on to Traditions
• The issues of Africans holding on to some traditions that are not necessary, and actually prohibit them from moving forward are ridiculous. I myself appreciate tradition however things must change over time.
4. Food and Self Sustainability
• African nations should start to become sustainable by themselves and eat food that they can grow themselves before they think about others. Rather than trying to grow vegetables that do not grow good in their climate and soil, they should grow what does produce great harvest for there soil.

Flyer Adventure

Well today started out as a normal day. I a;lmost missed the bus to school. Attended my classes and so on. However when it came to traveling to and from seattl;e the day was anything but average.I finally got out of the house arounf 5:00 pm and took my bike with me. I biked down to the Fred Myers oabout a mile away from the house. When i walked in and took care of all my banking needs, then proceeded to get some tape to hang up the flyers for this Environmrntal Festival. I run into my Father. We say hi and by and he hands me a bus transfer wich i gladly accept.I purchace the tape then as i aproach the street to cross. The bus takes off. So i missed the 169 to the renton transit center. The most oogivcalol thing in nmy head was to get the 155 to southcenter mal. So i go through some wierd streets pass by this house that has been abandoned and bombed by many grafitii artist. And pop up at vally medical center. I waited for that 155 for evee, it got cold and missreble but i knwe i needed to get to seattle to take care of this buiisness. Finally it comes, I get off and transfer onto the 150 to downtown seattle. I got off downtown and biked up to cap[ital hill posting these flyers on my way up from pine stree to broadway. Then i bike up tp 15th streetand stole some tape from a safeway, and baight a sprite. As soon as i walked out bob passed me up in his jeep and waved me down. So we meet up after all and i got my check, gave him the eeeeeestaple gun back ect.... o annd he had this reall hot cick with him. I liked her she was... there unlike otherchicks that just sit there hella shy. Anyhow so i continue posting flyers on 15th. By the time im done im beat so i fiure i'll check on stuff down on broadway and head home . Ends up i lost my cell phne so i had to bike al the way back up to 15th and track it down. Then bike down to 4rd and jackson were i saw some dude isaiaah and i know but i foget his name. I caught the 101 and then th 169were i fell asleep and had to bike from kent to renton. I stoped at a gas station and meet some kool Eygptiian guy that told me to buy 26 bucks worth of scratch tickets. The the machine was closed down for the day. So i need to go back over there tommarow.

Stuck

Why can i not figure out what to do with my life. I need to find the next step to the stairwell, yet in the dark and musky night i loose tracking of my footing. I slip and fall. Sit and ponder. "What shall I do" and as i do this a great gult sinks in. I am cursed and left bewildered. The hands that once reached out to me now long gone.

I need to become independant but i dont know what to do to get there.

Back Home

Well I have returned to the Seattle area. The place I was born, the place that I once called home sweet home. I am amongst a blend of confusion. I look back at the events of this school year and cherish the memories I have. IM not sure what I should do know.

Civil Rights expedition

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South Carolina

Sunday, April 10, 2005- Visit to Summerton, SC with Dr. Jenkins

Today we woke up at 7:00 A.M. from DonnieÂ’s house and departed late around 8:30 A.M. We will be visiting Summerton, SC to meet with Dr. Jenkins. IÂ’ll be sure to write what I learned. The ride down here was long. We past the ladies a few times and Dave made a call to tell her we were coming back. This town is most interesting with little houses and such.

While in the foundations building we discussed the experiences they had being the daughters of black families.

Summerton Town has 900 people in it now.

The ladies that we talked to were chairs on the foundation ( ). Their mission is to bring together the community of Summerton, SC.

Monday, April 11, 2005- Tour Of Fort Wagner, Talk with Michael Allen at Mt. Pleasant

Well today was interesting we visited a couple of different places. First we went to Fort battery Wagner on Willis Island. It was cool because we watched the movie Glory, which was based on the battle over fort Wagner. I have visited the actual place were 247 black soldiers from the 54th gave their lives to risk taking the fort that was occupied by the confederates over. They would lead the assault but did not succeed, the confederates fort was too strong, and the estimated 200 man that were in the fort turned out to be an exaggerated underestimation. I walked down the beach, what is left of the fort is were I walked on the very corner of were it would stand years before. The actual fort has been eroded and is now underwater. However the actual fort was very large, extending over three football fields in length and width.

We took a boat out to the island, but before we landed we got to see a few dolphins.

After the tour we went and ate with the high school that came with use. They consisted of a small bag of chips, 1 caparison, and a ham and cheese sandwich. Naturally I offered my sandwich to Kenny and he gladly accepted.

Once lunch was done with everyone from our crew dispersed so Zack and I were stuck together. We decided to say our goodbyes to the tour guides and headed in town to check out the scene. While walking away from the docks we passed many stores and coffee shops. We walked through a park were lots of hot chicks were tanning themselves on the grass. Naturally there were some guys play Frisbee with no shirts on; as we continued our walk we stopped at an art store were we use their facilities and drank some water. I didnÂ’t feel comfortable in there. In fact they sent this guy to the back to make sure we werenÂ’t stealing anything. So we left, next we stopped at a corner store to use the ATM machine. The machine wouldnÂ’t allow me to withdraw so the guy behind the counter told me to go to bank of America. I did as the man suggested and took out 10 dollars.

We continued our way and eventually asked two hot girls were the nearest coffee place was. They pointed us to some java joint were we ordered two mocha freezes. They were bomb, and made with USDA certified organic whole beans and fair trade coffee. I love coffee. Anyhow, by this time we had ten minutes left until we were due to meet the crew, so we rushed back to the docks. They were no were to be found so I tried calling the crew cell but no one answered. Then I used the restroom and we went back to our meeting spot were they were waiting for us,

So now we were all together; we traveled about 15 minutes to Mount Pleasant and talked to a park ranger by the name of Michael Allen about civil rights. He was interesting and had lots of knowledge to share with us about the importance of history and the recent ignorance that has shrouded our nation recently from learning just that.

I would like to go one about my day but I need to retire so ill talk later. LOL.

Tuesday, April 12, 2005- Penn Center, St. Helena Island
Wednesday, April 13, 2005- Research Day at Buford Public Library

Well I didnÂ’t journal yesterday but ill give an over cap of what happened. Lets see if I can remember what happened.

Ok I remember. We visited the Penn. Center. It was oddÂ… I really donÂ’t know what to say except that the place we visited was used as an experiment to prove that NegroÂ’s could be educated. It was odd because it seemed kind of unorganized. We walked around the old campus. The houses seemed to be either occupied or unwelcoming. I recall one called the cedar house being a store but no one was there. Laid out on clothing racks were African apparel that I wish I could afford. I looked on one of the tags and it was 150$ !!! Sometimes I wish people would get away from the dependence of money as a way to trade for goods and services. But I guess those days are gone.

The rest of yesterday was spent at the Buford public library. Were I tried unsuccessfully to focus on my work.

So today was spent first at the civil rights museum in Savannah, Georgia. The place was amazing I could have spent a lot more time there if I was in the right mood.

Peter recently told me that I was going in and out of depression. I hate to sound like this but I think I am. I mean sometimes IÂ’m really happy and can get really focused and shit. But then even during those moments there is this feeling of depression underneath it all. Like a fucking itch that fades in and out but is still there. The question is what do I have to do to get ride of this itch and when will it happen.

Anyways back to today’s events. After the museum we visited the downtown area of Savannah. I loved it. In fact it was a good moment. I got to be Kenny’s camera man while he asked random people the question: What do you think about interracial relationships. I hope I get a copy of the “documentary” that he’s creating so I can add it to my Shackleton experience compilation.

After downtown we went to the public library and I finally got to use the Internet and catch up on the Xbox-Scene and my emails. Shortly after that we were if back to the campground Tuck-In-The-Woods.

“I sit by the laundry room participating with the passing of time. Letting each minute meld into each other like slim. Damn life is grim. So ill see ya’ tomorrow and hit you even harder wit the flow of the same the insane rain let loose shack your main. Everyday every second everything’s a game”

Georgia

Thursday, April 14, 2005- Leave for Atlanta, Georgia
Friday, April 15, 2005- ATL SCLC (Southern Christian Leadership Conference)

Well IÂ’m certainly seeing a trend in my journal activities. I did not journal yesterday but I will once again give an overview of what happened.

We traveled from tuck-in-the-woods campground in South Carolina to Atlanta Georgia’s’ Presperterian church on Martin Luther King Blvd. The travel was long, Zak got sick within the last ½ hour of the trip. We had to stop numerous times and got off to a late start because of our over stay in a meeting with Dr. Seller at the home of the game cocks at Georgia Tech university. He was pretty interesting and was very liberal with his time. Then when we finally got to Atlanta after phoning lots of people about our lateness. Some lady at the church let us in. Then we went to the underground mall to eat. Evan, Zack, and I split a cheese pizza. (3.50$ each).

Saturday, April 16, 2005- MLK Center and Coke-A-Cola Tour (summary)

MLK center
Coke then Zack and I chilled and went 2 the Jamaican restaurant and had a ting and two chicken patties (curry)
Back to the church

Sunday, April 17, 2005- Ebenezer church service, CNN center (summary)

Woke up at 6:00 A.M. to get out of the church since youth group was coming and staying till 6:00 P.M.
Ebenezer church service at 7:45 Evan had to eat!
Get to Olympic park get a crappy coffee
CNN center- got to use Internet and look art hot girls from Brazil, the tour of CNN headquarters
Chilled in Parking lot with Kenny until every one came back.

Alabama

Monday, April 18, 2005- Carter Center/Library/Museum Tour, then travel to Selma
(summary)
Woke up at 7:30
Carter center, and carter library/museum- mention RachaelÂ’s tits and the nipping?
Then stopped and had coffee at Star Bucks.
Went back to the church to get our bags (took) 15 min.
Then traveled 3 hours to a campsite in Selma,

Well itÂ’s been three days and I havenÂ’t done a journal. However I promise I have been busy. On the 16th we went to the MLK center it was nice visiting the Ebenezer church and his Birth house and grave. ItÂ’s insane that everything is in that one location. After the visit to the MLK center we went back to the parking lot by the church.
Dave Zack and I went to the coke a cola museum near the underground across the street from our place of refuge to learn about the companiesÂ’ history. It was pretty wild, the history is that this doctor was mixing up some random tonic and came up with the syrup. He sold it to his fellow doctors and soon it became so popular that he started a whole business out of it. The story goes on and on but now we see the power dominating company of coke that actually only provides 5% of the worlds non-alcoholic beverages.
We saw a movie about cokes mission to take over the world. Must explain. The whole 20 min movie was about them being all over the world and examples of daily life in countries and how coke is apart of everyoneÂ’s life everywhere. At the end they had teens assemble in Italy or something with the coke bottles from their nation, it was hilarious,
After the movie we watched this guy make a coke the way they make it back ini the 1930Â’s. He was called the soda jerk because he jerked back the handle that added the soda to the coke syrup. He gave us a reenactment after talking to some little kids about the population of china. He sounded kind of stupid like a stereotypical surfer. We continues on to the second floor from the third.
On the second floor there were commercials from different eras some random toys of thers from all eras and a taste testing room. It was more like a hall way with soda dispensers like at some of the fast food joints. Except you had the choice of any or all the coke product drinks from all over the world.
I loved a dew different ones like the ginger beer from south Africa, the lechee from china, and some others I cant recall. But I do remember this nasty ass one from Italy called bitter something. It had the most horrible taste ever. I cant even describe it, and if I could I wouldnÂ’t want to.
After tasting them until I started to believe their was cocaine in them we went and watched some of the old commercials I could relate to the last 3 or so. Ll the others I had never seen before. Then we walked over to an employee that zack had been harassing. Zack always ask employees these questions about the products that they donÂ’t know but heÂ’s cool nonetheless. God damn It IÂ’m typing like IÂ’m the writer of that book Catcher in the right; IÂ’m reading it for EthanÂ’s class.
Anyhow we talked to this guy about allot of stuff and then went to the first floor, witch conveniently happens to lead the gift shop. Yeah time to spend, your money and get broke. So I bought a glass coke mug.
So we left that place it was Zack and I. we then proceeded to the underground mall. I saw a Jamaican food place and decided id look at the menu. Oh they had everything I wanted; jerk chicken, curry goat, fish, ackee and salt fish. Anyway, we got two patties and I got a ting and we sat and talked about stuff that I would talk to Gaven about. Gaven is my “best-friend” but I que3stion that sometimes.
After the underground we went to the church hung out for a bit played foosball, basketball and listened to music. I like being in this small crew allot sometimes.

Well that was a good summery huh.


The next day (17th) we woke up at 6:00 am. ThatÂ’s pretty darn early but we had to do it since it was Sunday and the kids needed the room we were staying in for church and Sunday school until later that night around five- thirty or so, So we got up mad everything look neat and went on our way to the Ebenezer church, Its named after the church that MLK used to preach at, the old one happens to be across the street.
The service was really nice, we sang and this was a black church so we got down. Most of the time I was reading the revelations book of the bible and trying to keep my head straight.
After the service we... IÂ’m too tired ill go on tomorrow after I tell you about today.

19th Woke up at 7:30 and visited the Carter center, and carter library/museum had a tour with this chick named Rachel that couldn’t seem to keep her headlights off. After we did that we went to a little strip mall were Zack Evan and I went to star bucks. Yet again Zack asked an employee a question “does Starbucks use free trade coffee...” I ordered a espresso and got some brochures for Zack and a cake. Then we traveled to this nice camp in Selma. That’s were I am now. We just got finished playing around in the might on the paddleboats and the swings. I got it on camera. But I’m tired so check ya’ later “dude”,23

Tuesday, April 19, 2005- Selma Bridge Tour with Paul Grist

“The American white mans press refused to convey that I was now attempting to teach Negroes a new direction.”
- Malcolm X

Today has been full of reflection and devotion for me. I have recommitted myself to my research paper. After visiting the Civil Rights Museum in Selma, Alabaman.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005- Montgomery Dexter Parsonage Museum & Rosa Parks Museum

“Boycott: Bus Co. Looses $3,000 a day”
-Alabama Journal

With limited internet access I’m surprised I’ve been able to keep some contact with people outside of my crew. Today happens to be 4/20 the time of year that every smokes up a blunt and relaxes. Well I cant do that at the moment so I will have to find some other way to observe the day. The crew started off from the national park where we were camping around 8:00 after we had eaten some cereal and packed up the bus. We continued our journey to Montgomery were we visited the Parsonage Museum of Dexter Ave. church. I have now seen were Martin Luther King was born, were he has lived, were he has preached, were he was threatened. This journey that we are taking has allowed me to realize that I have visited all the key areas of the civil rights movement. From the museums to the courthouses, to the graves. I have learned that change starts at the bottom and infest the many until someone has the braveness to stand up and say. “ I have a dream.” Today we visited the very place were Martin Luther’s family could have lost there lives. The parsonage that he lived in, it was huge. I would have loved to live in a place like that with the large yard and everything. All the furniture was from the 1950 and 1960 era. And I learned something new about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., did you know that that man smoked cigarettes. How ironic, well perhaps not since everyone was smoking back then. But he seems like the kind of guy that would never smoke or have mistresses. That just goes to show you that every leader has their faults and they are human beings.

I have decided not to write full journal entries for the days of the 18th. So too bad

But today we also visited the Rosa Parks museum in Montgomery. The tour was very well but together. They had this reinactment of rosa not taking up her seat with a bus and everything. You could see into tv moniters that were sposed to be the windows. ThatÂ’s were I read that the Bus company was loosing 3,000 $ a day from the boycotts. So it all boils down to economy. Our society relies on the oppressed and as soon as they push their weight around the opressors pockets start to feel a little uncomfortable.

Right now we are on some interstate road traveling to fresh air farms in Tennessee I think, And after two days later we will travel to Knoxville, Tennessee.

Knoxville, Tennessee

Thursday April 21, 2005- Birmingham Civil Rights Institute, Kelly Ingram Park, and Research Afternoon



Friday April 22, 2005- Birmingham Southern College,

Saturday April 23, 2005- Beck Center

Sunday April 24, 2005- Recreation Day

Monday, April 24, 2005- Highland Research Center, Alex Haley Farm

“Freedom”

Well itÂ’s been awhile since I last wrote in the log. Zach had the comp for a while and I didnÂ’t really want to in some fashion. Last night I flipped out on Jill and Dave, naturally they made it a big deal. You see I was on the computer chatting with some people that I was trying to catch up on time with. They came in the room at 9:59 and said that it was time to go upstairs. They said that we all agreed on it before we came to their ( JillÂ’s parents) house. I really hate to get angry over petty issues. However it seems like they are so important to me in the moments I have. Firstly I didnÂ’t remember ever saying that. Secondly, I told them it was important conversation. Thirdly, When they see me frustrated they need to just fuck off. I had been good so far on expo, why couldnÂ’t they give me a fucking break. The computer is the only outlet I seem to have at the moment. I hat being limited. So afterwards I went outside and looked at the moon. It was full and so beautiful. I sat there angry as hell and wondered how the light was illuminating from the moon. Why is the light so bright?

After awhile I came back into the garage and just stood in front of the door, I noticed the beer bottles and was tempted to take one but decided against it. Soon Dave came to the door and asked, “Was the door locked?” “No” I responded. He told me to close the garage door and come into the computer room for a chat. I did so and as I walked down the wall a burst of rage overcame me.

When I entered the room Jill was sitting at the computer desk, and Dave in a chair near the entrance. She beckoned me to take a seat; I responded, “ I’d rather stand.” The meeting went on for about thirty minutes. Eventually the broke my stand off and I took a seat and broke down. I started to cry when Dave kept repeating “no seventeen year old should have to carry the burdens you carry.” It seems appropriate doesn’t it?

So then we discussed whether I wanted to go home or stay on expedition. My initial response was that I wanted to leave. But with so much going on inside my head We decided that we would wait until the morning to decide. It is now 1:20 P.M. and I still havenÂ’t decided.

I really want to leave but there are only two days left. You know what was really trippy is that during the meeting all this weird stuff kept happening. I kept predicting when the phone would ring and when they would start talking. I felt really powerfull but also felt like there was a weight on me and I couldnÂ’t really move that easy. It held me back from moving anything with my mind. I swear I almost moved a picture frame.

ThatÂ’s a lot about yesterday night. So ill talk abiout today, We went to i

The bleeding of Wits

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I bleed my sorrow under the open rain and vivid clouds of this week of May. I have come to a fork and do not know what to do. They tell me to right a paper on my inner thoughts and why I failed. Well here you go, read on you sack of shit.

I come from a background of pain and suffering, I hear my family crying and I cannot help. All this year I have been buried in the rotting who of sorrow. It pains to stake all of my accreditation all my worth on this last paper of who I am, why I am, and were I shall go.

Let me say now that I am a 17-year-old black Jamaican born in The C.D. (central district) of Seattle. Throughout my life I have been tossed from school to school, stayed up late nights and long afternoons fulfilling responsibilities and pledging allegiance to those who brought me into this world. I have now been to 2 elementary schools, 2 middle schools, and now my sixth high school for a grand total of 10 schools.

I have not lived in the same house for more than a year since my parents split apart back when I was in the 8th grade. The ripping of a relationship that I held so dear to me. It was always said that I was too grown up for my age. I act like a child because I was robed of my childhood and I’m tired of being “mature”.

Imagine being called the father of a group because you kept track of the time, or making sure that everyone was feed. I absolutely dread coming so close to “adulthood” at the age of 18 this summer. I feel that I have already lived a lifetime and that it should all end.

Once my family split apart, my older brother of to Arizona for college, my older sister disobedient and out of the house. I was left alone with my three younger siblings to try and resolve the issue between my parents.

They told me it wasn’t my fault, and it wasn’t my business. Yet I proceeded regardless. I trekked through the lost tears and herded my siblings to safety overtime things were wrong. I know that this superficial variable of time that has been ingrained in my head since I left my mothers womb and perhaps before; does not pause for a striving black family.

I let my heart bleed as I sat and watched in anger an frustration, being taunted back by false sense of security like that time my parents did get back together.

It seems that I have made a knack for getting caught at the wrong time in the wrong place, getting into fights, stealing petty merchandise. All as an outreach to have someone listen to me. They said I asked, but believe me I begged.

Do not let this residual anger and reluctance that I have gained towards any and all “power” holders that try and suppress me or my friends fool you. I am not a fool, only a young man, a Man, a child that is lost and finding its way to what I may some day calls my home.

I want security, I want love, I want to hold someone that loves me in my arms until they are sore. So I came to Shackleton and blinded by my faith in more being secure. I came to Shackleton without many expectations. However I did have a few.

I hoped to live somewhere I could call home; I hoped to live a new life, I knew I would learn and teach a lot. I have succeeded my expectations, but not the ones that we set upon me by the school.

I came back to Shackleton with reluctance because one of the students here named Kenny seemed to be my enemy. Io hated being near this guy and his phoniness. However I learned to look past this and accept him for who he is.

Longing for correctness I organized a student union. The only thing we accomplished was getting coffee in the barn (Eating Area), which I viewed as a positive yet disgraceful accomplishment.

Student union did not go so well the last quarter of my Shackleton time. I was beaten by my self and being told that I had failed the previous quarter. Now I am threatened to not receive my credits for a few of my classes after redoing my part of my junior year.

I am being told that I am a failure. I hate being the underdog, the one without money, the one without cool clothes, the one that accepts pity gifts. All I want is to gain security and stability in my life. Yet I don’t know were to begin. I just want to go home and indulge in life’s pleasures so that I may gain a new insight into my problems and move on.

The next step in my life is to get into The White Mountain School. I am not sure how liable this hope is. However I am ready to fight once again with a renewed spirit that I get around this time a year.

Happy May 27, 2005
Marcus “.:BONES:.” Francis

Xenium os 2.3.0 features

Skinning

You have to make a folder named XeniumOS and install that in E:/. Then make another folder named Skins and install that into the XeniumOS folder. When you download Xenium Skins and Extract them just put that Skin folder with the .CFG and .JPG files into the Skins under E:/. For example you should have E:/XeniumOS/Skins/Xreactor

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Password feature

1.Get into the xenium settings and select instant boot.
2.Turn it on
3.Then turn password to on
If you have instant boot off this feature will not work.
4.restart your xbox, At this poit enter X, white, A, Y You only have a few seconds to accomplist this or xos will not boot. If you have instant boot turned on it will boot your default bios.

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Skins

Im Kip

You are Kip Dynamite and you love technology.

A bones life

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Brutal tortuast pain staking lame faking game shaking flames. that take advan=ntage and have no vantage point, its all the same. righting my name is the same as fly in the rain screeming out my pain . for everytime my pen touches that blue line. i feel the fabric and yes i love it. the ink drasticaly painteing a letter away that discribes indepth more than some can say. today, i hve been faced with a disition that i hope when i look back on will be gray, not black or white but grey. To my simay my fellow man has been thretend to taken away. In my heart do I agree with this, no way, but in my mind i must say i do and thats what i am fighting against .ok.

Process of elimination

At my school we have a reputation of students being shown the door back home. Today another student was sent home from my crew. It seems as though the educators are pulling fast ones on the true voice of my community. We are for the time being a blog of thoughts covered by a mute veil. However i promise you that once we unite and yell at the top of our lungs we demand justice. It shall be awarded to those willing to sacrifice, which at my school is any and all the students. THe educators can play a role in our voice also, for the combined voice can be heard by far more ears for a much further distance. I find it hard to trust them because they have to be critical of use; thier pupils. How i pray for the day we may celebrate and say we are one and no one can say no and get away. So if you educators want to be trusted respected and honored make your sacrifises, make your disitions but include the backing of your appprentice for we hold the majority and fuck u if you dont think so!

Xbox

My Xbox Stats
Modchip: Xenium Ice solder-less
Xbox version: 1.0
Os: Xenium Os 2.0.1


Xbox Specs

CPU Graphics Processor
733 MHz 250MHz 3-D nVIDIA graphics processing unit (GPU), named XGPU

RAM Memory Bandwidth
64 MB DDR 200MHz 6.4 GB/sec

Storage Medium I/O
2-5x DVD, 8 GB hard disk Game controller x4, Ethernet (10/100)

Broadband Enabled Maximum resolution
Yes 10/100 Ethernet card 1920 x 1080

Xbox sites:

For General Info:

my chip- www.teamxodus.com/index.php

all mighty site- xbox-scene.com

Parts, and info- http://www.llamma.com/xbox/Mods/xbox_mods.html

evox forums- http://evox.xboxhackz.net

general info- www.xboxinfocenter.com

general info- www.xbox-tribe.com

For emulation info:

http://www.xbox-emulation.co.uk/
newbs guide to emulation- http://forums.xbox-scene.com/index.php?showtopic=130395

Applications Info:
XBMC-www.xboxmediacenter.de/
XBMP-www.xboxmediaplayer.de


Trusted Distributers:

http://www.divineo.com/

Download sites:

Flash fxp- www.flashfxp.com

Mirc- www.mirc.com
#xbins
#xbmp
#xbmc

winrar- www.rarlab.com

Contact:

Brandon Shrewsbury
rocket_F15@msn.com

Cost:
Description Price Total
---------------- ----------- ----------------
-Xbox $120.00
4 games
2 controllers
-Xbox Remote $ 30.00
-Xenium Ice Chip $ 70.74

Total $ 220. 74

Future Plans:

Description Price Total
---------------- ----------- ----------------
120GB Hard drive $?.??
DVD Drive Upgrade $?.??
? PC Case mod $?.??
Linux $free
Painting Xbox Case $?.??

Mexico

Mexico the land were you are guilty until proven innocent. While on my visit i witness a culture of honor and beauty. the beaches, the drinks, the woman, the weather. Most people i came across were honost and humble. The tourist were crazy wich is always fun. The trip was loosly planed, myself and my friends family took a white Ford F-350
down baha california desert terrain. However befor e even crossed the border my trip began. I go to school in Ashby, MA boarding school to be exact. So my trip began with an airflight. my frind and i took a six hour flight "including layovers." From coast to coast, when we arived to san diago we caught a cab to the international hostel of oceans beach.

The cab ride was exhilerating the colors i saw the moods i felt touched me, i live life toexpeiance what people take for granted coming from the northwest' rainy city of seattle, traveling to the seemingly freezing northeastern ashby, MA ( near fitchburg, 1-45min outside boston). The palm trees the wormth it all reminded me of jamaica the place were i can trace my heritage.