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Photo by Martha Espinoza - Children’s Collective Summer 2012

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INNERVIEW issue #5 Thomas Jefferson High School Fall 2011 Editor-In-Chief: Valerio Ventura Senior Editor: Antonia Crane Magazine Production: Julio Ramos Photo Director: Fernando Tinajero JHS Lead Photographer: Isaac Jeronimo SHS Lead Photographer: Name Here MAHS Lead Photographer: Ingrid Idelfonso CC Writers: Kimberly Delgado Michael Garcia Marilyn Rosales Lillian Altamirano

Photo by Samantha Wilbarger - JHS

Staff Photographers: SANTEE HIGH SCHOOL

JEFFERSON HIGH SCHOOL

MANUAL ARTS HIGH SCHOOL

Isaac Jeronimo Citlali Monfil Alejandro Zaragoza Alicia Francisco Angel Matt Arturo Ramirez Alvaro Ramirez Angelica Garcia Betzy Pulido Dulce Jimenez Edith Xochicale Felix Zamudio Karla Bernabe Jamileth Velasco Jocelyn Acevedo Josue Henriquez Lorena Pastor Michelle Rivera Nohely Delaenz Nathalie Padilla Roberzo Maciel Skylar Gonzalez Susana Urzua Yolanda Alvarez Victor Paredes Alma Pastor Juan Araya

Fernando Tinajero Samantha Wilbarger Eric Hinton Emmanuel “Doc” Cerezo Diana Almeida Leo Alonso Marisol Hernandez Kimberly Delgado Michael Garcia Marilyn Rosales Lillian Altamirano Nataly Munguia

Aaron Sandford Dora Lopez Dulce Espinosa Edgar Cristano Georgina V Gianella Beltran Jesus E Jose Polio Juan Bello Karen Sosa Marybel L Melissa Avina Nataly Delgado Nicholas Perez Orlando Vanessa Lopez Vivi Sanchez Yesenia Vasquez

CHILDREN’S COLLECTIVE Aileen Bahena Karen Martinez Ingrid Idelfonso Axel Escobar, age 8 Andy Bahena, age 8 Omar Vergara Osbaldo Vazquez Gisselle Vergara Wendy Maganda Abisay Escobar Brenda RIvera. age 10 Abigail Romero Noe Henriquez Jennifer Martinez


FROM THE EDITOR

Valerio Ventura, Editor-in-Chief INNERVIEW MAGAZINE Woodcraft Rangers / NVISION Program

Photo credit: Fernando Tinajero

This year at Woodcraft Rangers we were challenged to choose the best student photography to include in the amazing Art Book’s appropriately themed, How Kids See It. The results were stunning, uplifting and full of surprises. Whatever the medium, photography or writing, students invited us to share their world, their culture, their family and their hearts in their unique vision of the American Dream. We were allowed to see past their happiness and their sorrow to catch a glimpse of real artistry and hope; a treasure hidden in blighted alleyway, a zeppelin kissing the moon, moments of connection, a shared magic frozen in time. Nothing is more important than finding voice, and nothing screams it louder than art! Through art dreams are possible. Once that window is open there’s no stopping the echo. That is what we do; we open the window. In these pages live the vision of the students of Woodcraft Rangers and the Children’s Collective, quite simply, How They See It.

It was difficult to choose which writing to include in the Art Book because so much of it this season was excellent and vital and masterful. We, at Woodcraft Rangers, hope that we have included the work that best expresses the theme: How They See It. Teenagers have a fresh and kaleidoscopic view of their world and their culture, their family and the American Dream. They have heroes and demons and angels in their midst. They find treasures stuffed in bushes and catch magical moments with their camera and words. In their photography classes, they capture the beauty they find in decrepit alleys and jagged fences, giving song to the shadows they find. They write the searing truth about love and loss with raw wild abandon, creating a world of their own. Woodcraft Rangers provides a breathing place for students who wouldn’t otherwise have access to art by pushing them to stretch, speak, write and photograph their world How They See It. These pages show their vision and tell their stories of how they live in the world. Here is Los Angeles, according to the writers of Woodcraft Rangers and the Children’s Collective— a bountiful breathing place by turns fetching and fanciful, vexing and serendipitous. Here is How They See It. Antonia Crane, Senior Editor Woodcraft Rangers / NVISION Program ®


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INNERVIEW issue #5 Thomas Jefferson High School Fall 2012 WOODCRAFT RANGERS STAFF Program Leader: Terry Marcellino JHS Photography Instructor: Valerio Ventura ManArts Magazine Instructor: Antonia Crane JHS Magazine Instructor: Julio Ramos ManArts Photography Instructor: Rico Mejia Field Coordinator: Susana Rueda JHS Class Assistant: Marlon Ramirez INNERVIEW © 2012 Woodcraft Rangers This page photo by: Diana Almeida

A SPECIAL THANKS TO: Thomas Jefferson High School Michael Taft, Principal Mr. Parada and Anna Goode, C.A.E. Office The Children’s Collective Inc. Fernando Reyes, Director Gricela Arias, Program Asst. Glenda Estorga, Case Manager …and all of the wonderful Children’s Collective staff! Terry Marcellino, Special Projects Manager Valerio Ventura, Photography Instructor Julio Ramos, Graphic Design Instructor Susana Rueda, Field Coordinator Woodcraft Rangers Chris A. Johnson, C.E.O. Grady Martine, C.O.O. Pablo Garcia, Program Director and the rest of the hard working crew!


LOS

Photo by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


ANGELES

SUN I finally stood on an enormous rock, overlooking the horizon ten thousand feet up in the air where there was beautiful sunset, the sky went purple and the sun was orange. The trees were pink, and my skin, red. The sun was leaving; she was leaving me again. Day in and day out, she leaves, but this time was special. The sun left to hide, and I watched the blue fade to indigo; the mountains no longer lived, the fog disappeared, and the sky suddenly pitch black. I had lost track of time watching the sun depart. Now, there were hundreds, thousands, even billions of stars. More than I could imagine—an infinite amount of life in the sky lit up my heart. My head pointed straight as an arrow up at them. I stood on the ledge, watching the city. It moved, it sang, it breathed, and I stood there motionless. Drizzle fell on my face, the air bit my skin and lingered. On the edge I where I stood on was a rock, the city below that lived before me then died, drowned. The sea played gorgeous music, and I closed my eyes, and took a great breath of air. The rock soon was a cliff. The sea looked so calm, and so beautiful. She had left me with an amazing picture. I watched her leave, and felt and thought, I saw, I breathed, I missed, and I left it all there. Alviro Ramirez - SHS


Photos by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photos by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photos by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photos by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photos by Georgina V - ManArts


Photos by Nohely Delacruz, Lorena Pastor, Citlali Monfil, Faith Xochicale, Alma Pastor, Isaac Jeronimo - Santee


Photos by Citlali Monfil, Edith Xochicale - SHS


Photos by Angelica Garcia - SHS


Top Photo by Jonathan Gutierrez - SEHS, Bottom Photo by Sabrina Hillview - MAHS


Top Photo by Desiree Villatoro - SEHS, Bottom Photo by Nataly Delgado - MAHS


Photos by Juan Bello - MAHS


Photos by Jose Polio - MAHS


Photos by Edgar Cristano - ManArts


Photos by Lorena Pastor - SHS


Photos by Nicholas Perez - ManArts


Photos by Jose Polio - ManArts

Photos by Vivi Sanchez - ManArts


Photo by Selena Romano - SEHS


Photo by Kimberly Delgado - JHS


Photo by Nohely Delacruz - SHS


MY EYES

The Way I See It Photos by Diana Almeida - Self Portrait - JHS


Photos by Diana Almeida - JHS


Photos by Diana Almeida - JHS


Photo by Emmanuel “Doc” Cerezo - JHS


Photos by Diana Almeida - JHS


Photos by Diana Almeida - JHS


WISH

I wish I were better at dancing. I wish I wasn’t so shy. I can’t believe how ignorant some people are. I wish I were more confident. I can’t believe how much I feel I’m unwanted. I wish people would appreciate me for who I am. I can’t believe so many kids do drugs. I wish people wouldn’t judge by looks. I can’t believe there are so many things I haven’t seen. I wish I would stop feeling so sorry. I can’t believe the music I hear doesn’t make any sense. I wish I could learn a new language. I can’t believe people actually enjoy the music that doesn’t make sense. I wish I didn’t feel so lonely. I wish I were happy. I can’t believe how awkward I feel while trying to talk to someone. I wish I had a better life.

Poem by Briana Troupe - MAHS


Photos by Melissa Avina - MAHS


Photos by Diana Almeida - JHS


THE BLUE DRESS She’s Pretty, Ravishing, really Very pretty, With her looks so clean, That smile—so sweet, so cute And lips: Sweet like fruit Take her hand, And she’ll punch you, Give her a rose, She’ll smile at you, Dance with her, She’ll like you, Give her your heard, And she definitely loves you She’s the girl in the blue dress The one who’s not a mess, She always looks and acts her best, The one who stands out Above the rest

Poem by Ernesto Calixto - Santee HS


Photo by Emmanuel “Doc” Cerezo - JHS


NIGHT

Every night without you Is cold Pitch dark There’s not any moonlight, The whole night feels dead and lifeless And I think about you, Your pretty eyes, Your smile, Your lips, Your voice The way you are, And all of a sudden~ I hear the sound of cars, The stars pop out, The moon shines with all of its might, As if the thought of you brought the world life, The light to my night And once more, I can sleep

Poem by Ernesto Calixto - Santee HS


MY HO

Photos by Eric Hinton - JHS


ME

What I know “I know when my brothers are mad because of their facial expression I am happy I am in this class because I get to learn more about writing I know I love candy because it tastes so good I am grateful to have amazing brothers because I get to play with them I know how to be responsible when others depend on me I know I really like Hello Kitty because she is cute I am grateful to have a wonderful family because they support me I know my favorite color is blue because it is the sky I am grateful to have a roof to sleep under because I am lucky�

Poem by Giselle Vergara - CC


BUTTERFLY I wish, I wish, I wish I wish I could do the things I want I wish my life could have been a little bit different I wish I could be someone that no one had to judge My life is not horrible, but I still wish I could blink Make a change or two~ Just think: I wish I could be with my special person I wish he could be here again, with me I wish he would hold me like when I was little enough to fit on the same cushion with him I wish I could be right next to Neno at this moment~ I wish, I wish, I wish I wish for this world to stop being violent: The war, the fights, the hatred I wish we could all respect ourselves, respect others I wish someone had the guts to say: “This is wrong” I want all the guns to vanish so people can feel love~ I wish, I wish, I wish I wish people would respect the environment; Understand how they’re hurting and killing and mean I wish hands would reach to different places and clean I wish I could have a family I could see everyday- even my brothers I wish they could all say they love me— show it to me, by spending time with me Love is something I treasure: If you’re not there, I’ll always love you, I’ll protect you, in my hands, like a butterfly

Poem by Maribel Diaz - SEHS


Photos by Eric Hinton - JHS


Photo by Sergio Gaytan - SEH


Photo, Photoshop by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


The American Dream: As I See It I am a senior in high school. I am Student Body President of the school I attend, my current grade point average, GPA is 3.64, and I have been able to receive a temporary permit to work in the United States. I often close my eyes, and wonder how did this happen? I had teachers that inspired me to achieve the American dream. My interest in education began in my home country of El Salvador; it was when I made a connection to the importance of reading— the short stories in Spanish that made me forget the reality of my poverty. The more I read, the more intelligent I became. Therefore, I read everything I could get my hands on. It wasn’t until I was in my early teens that I realized that in order to pursue a higher education, I needed to come to the United States of America. In El Salvador, a young man has three choices for his future, become a poor blue-collar worker, receive a higher education, or become an infamous gang member. The problem in El Salvador is the difference between the wealthy and the poor. In order to get an education, one must have money to sustain a higher education. Many of the poor become involved in drugs and gangs. Even when one doesn’t want to get involved, many of the gangs recruit the young boys from poverty-stricken areas. As I became more educated, my family and I made the decision that I must leave my country and go to The United States. This decision was a difficult one, but it was also clear that I needed to pursue a higher education. Therefore, at the age of seventeen, I left El Salvador and came to The United States. The journey was difficult, challenging, and overwhelming. I came to this country without papers, and upon crossing the border of Texas; Immigration Officers caught me. I was held in an immigration camp for 34 days. It was in those 34 days that I left my boyhood and became a man. I made a promise to myself that I would arrive to America, get the best education, not drink, not pursue any destructive behaviors. I would go to a University, and make my family, my former country, and myself proud. As I walk the halls of Santee Education Complex, I am amazed how the leadership class, along with the teacher can accomplish so much. We have not only created dances for the school, and prep-rallies, but we have united with a local homeless shelter to have canned food drives, and this summer we will be in skid row assisting in feeding many homeless people. It is through these accomplishments that I have come so far in such little time, and even though I am still an immigrant, I am still poor, I believe that my education can give me the American Dream.

Essay by Erick Arnaya - SANTEE HS


Photo, Photoshop by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Eric Hinton - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Eric Hinton - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Eric Hinton - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Fernando Tinajero - JHS


Photo, Photoshop by Emmanuel “Doc” Cerezo - JHS


Photo by Isaac Jeronimo - Santee HS


Photo by Isaac PhotoJeronimo by Isaac -Jeronimo Santee HS - Santee HS


Ghost “I know that ghosts are not real Frida Kahlo is a great painter. This I know. I like her paintings a lot. My brother is told he looks just like Justin Bieber My brother and I watch scary movies together But Im not scared of ghosts Im really not Wendy Maganda, age 8

Top Photo by Martha Espinoza - CC Bottom Photo/Photoshop by Kimberly Delgado - JHS


What I am grateful for “I love the feeling when I go to Knots Berry Farm because I love to ride the rides. I even love the scary one. I could see my face on the monitor being scared. I also feel grateful for my baby brother because I love him.� Gabriella Roque, age 8

Top Photo by Edith_Xochicale - SHS, Bottom Photo by Axel Escobar - CC


I remember “I remember Ms. Moran because she was very nice. She told the class a story about her family. When it was time for the CST she would let the class chew bubble gum and tell us scary stories, funny, and sad. She even she felt bad if a mom or a dad hit their children. She would say, “When you grow up you should never hit your kids. My best memory was on a field trip to Sea Side Lagoon because it was fun. It was fun because I enjoyed my teacher. When we went back to school he let me play Poptropica, a computer game. When my class won 25 tickets because of our good behavior, we won a pizza party. The girls were given blue necklaces. Those were the best times.” Daniela Andrade, age 8

What I remember “I Remember watching Bugs Bunny because Bugs Bunny was pink. It is a funny Cartoon. Bugs Bunny is my favorite Cartoon. Pink is my favorite color. Pink is such a beautiful color. Bugs Bunny is gray and white. My room is pink. It is all around me. Bugs Bunny is a Bunny with ears and a cute little fuzzy tail.” Stephanie Martinez, age 8

Top Photo by Karen Martinez, Bottom Photo Andy Bahena - CC


Photos by Aileen Bahena - CC


What I know “I know when my brothers are mad because of their facial expression I am happy I am in this class because I get to learn more about writing I know I love candy because it tastes so good I am grateful to have amazing brothers because I get to play with them I know how to be responsible when others depend on me I know I really like Hello Kitty because she is cute I am grateful to have a wonderful family because they support me I know my favorite color is blue because it is the sky I am grateful to have a roof to sleep under because I am lucky” Gisselle Vergara, age 13

What I know “I know my future is going to be different because no future is the same. I am grateful for having a beautiful, healthy family. They care about me and I care about them. I knew that when my mom was pregnant it was going to be a boy because she already had three girls. I am thankful for having a shelter to live in because some people don’t. I know lots of kids and adults who don’t have families. I would love to share my family with them because for me, family makes me complete.” Ingrid Idelfonso, age 11

Top Photo by Karen Martinez, Bottom Photo Andy Bahena - CC


What I Know “I’m grateful I found someone who loves me for who I am even though I know I can be very unlovable sometimes. I can be the weirdest girl: capricious and erratic. Random. I’m grateful that my parents are both healthy, and that I have them by my side. Thanks to them, I know how to cook both Mexican and Japanese food. My favorites are sushi and mole. I’m grateful for all the food that has gone or is going into my tummy; my parents have kept me healthy and strong. I also know that whatever I put my mind to, whatever I focus on, I can succeed and be really creative, whether it’s scrapbooking, jewelry, food or school.” ” Karen Martinez, age 16

Top Photo by Karen Martinez, Bottom Photo Aileen Bahena - CC


The Beach “Let me tell you about when my family and I went to the beach. The seaweed was so green it looked like the flower stem from a Dandelion—so green it matched my bathing suit. I got in the water, it was colder than I expected, so I went to the car and grabbed a warm blanket, wrapped it around me and imagined eating hot pizza later on wrapped in dry clothes.” Aileen Bahena, age 11

Qualities in a Friend “He tries to make you happy He’s loyal He’s funny He’s nice kind He’s interesting He’s kind of smart Knows how to keep secret He knows how to act He likes attention He likes to play around He will never forget about your friendship He invites you to places He cares about you He helps whenever you need help He will try to be on your side if you have any problems He will try to be your friend but won’t stop you from getting good grades” Abigail Romero, age 11

Top Photo by Abigail Romero, Bottom Photo by Aileen Bahena - CC


What I know “I like scary movies, especially “Chucky.” Here is a picture of him: Ripped overalls, striped shirt and cracks all over his face. I know my favorite food is pizza and that I love video games. I’m grateful for computer time so I can play Mortal Combat And Spectrobe Original. I know my favorite color is blue because it reminds me of the sky. I know I like writing. I’m grateful you always read my work. ” Axel Escobar, age 8

Mother “I feel blessed to have the mother I have right now. She has gone through a lot just to keep her children alive. She has taught me to always fight for what I want and there is nothing or no one who can stop you. She is the meaning of a real mother to me and I trust her completely. Now I know that when she tells me something is wrong it’s only because she wants the best for me. I want to thank my mother for everything she has gave me because I know she worked hard to give me what I have now. My writing is dedicated to my mother for giving me life and inspiring me to write from my heart.” Jennifer Martinez, age 14

Top Photo by Andy Bahena, Bottom Photo Martha Espinoza - CC


The Best Thing “Let me tell you about the best Friday of my life: One morning when my dad dropped me off at school he looked at me And said, “I’m going to pick you up from school today.” I was so happy because he doesn’t pick me up because he usually has to work. I really love my dad. I got out of school as usual. I couldn’t find my dad. Then, there he was—Dad in a brand new car. He looked so cool and so happy and we drove away.” Noe Henriquez, age 14

The Best Thing “Let me tell you about a great memory and a dream. I like being with my parents and my brother and I have a wonderful family. One day, we went to the movies together. When the movie was finished, I was very sleepy. When I got home I feel into a deep sleep full of dreams. In the dream I drove a Ferrari and was so happy. The next day I went to the park and ate ice cream and then all of us went shopping together and left with toys, earrings and clothes. It was better than having a Ferrari.” Omar Vergara, age 10

Top Photo by Gisselle Vergara, Bottom Photo by Omar Vergara - CC


My Favorite Sunday “I have to tell you about my best day. Every Sunday, my Dad and I go to the park and play soccer. My dad is a great soccer player. He plays so well that he gets more goals than I do. He wins every time. I love going to the park with my cousin, Omar and my dad.” Osbaldo Vasquez, age 11

Number Ten “On the morning of July 8, I rushed to get to church on time. I wore my new pink and black dress for the occasion. I was very excited about turning ten years old. My mom a dad fixed my favorite meal. I ate almost nine tacos. There was a piñata that was a strawberry shortcake doll. We hit the piñata with a stick and when they hit it, candy fell all over my shoes. We danced to music and then it was time to cut the cake—it was beautiful with a big number 10 on it. It was my favorite flavor: chocolate. I loved that my parents threw me a party with presents like a hello kitty bag and a princess towel. It was a very special day.” Brenda Rivera, age 10

Top Photo by Osbaldo Vasquez, Bottom Photo by Brenda Rivera - CC


TERRY MARCELLINO We at Woodcraft Rangers had the great fortune of knowing Terry and witnessing her dynamically connection with every student and co-worker. She was dedicated to the WR mission and helping our students to succeed. She was so magnetic students flocked to her into the classroom. They told her their secrets and concerns and she made them feel special— like they were the most talented people on the planet. Her passionate heart and charisma were irresistible. She encouraged us to embrace what makes us unique and to go for whatever we were into. She pushed us to give it all we got and above all else believe in ourselves and live happily because it’s ultimately up to us to do that. We will always be inspired by her passion for life, her dedication to helping youth, her smile and how she jam packed every single day with one adventure. We will always remember the strength of her heart, her ability to always speak the truth regardless of how unpopular her opinion, her mischievous love for juicy gossip and how contagious her laugh and her energy was to everyone around her. She cared deeply for the kids, her colleagues and her friends. She was a treasured friend and totally dedicated to art. We will miss her terribly. We continue to work hard to create he vision—this art book is her vision.



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