being at fiu is such amazing because you can expierence being at different surroundings. you can meet new people. what i learned is that the highschool students have different personalities. they bring new stuff to the table.
My experiences here @ the institute are going great, but today I’m having a really bad day I’m very sick . I really don’t feel like doing anything 2day.
Hi my name is Myeisha this is me just being cool during the day because it’s fun in class. I enjoy my summer classes at FIU because I get to hang out with my friends. I love my highschool mentor, her name is Jennifer and she has the livest dorm members ever at FIU. She has the livest dorm members because she has all her friends in her dorm with her and all my closest friends. They are live because every one is comfortable around each other. 
sniff….sniff ….. I MISS VIOLETA….sniff….sniff !she needs to come back ……….so does everyone else becuz i used to tell violeta personal stuff and i have to tell her something important……… i have went through stuff dat im supposed to experienced in high school ……about luv, rumors etc…………….. so dats y i need violeta back and everyone else……………Right NOW ……Im Bored…….as usual…………..so yea i have nutin 2 say…………….. um…….um……yea……..so………. see ya …….ONE DAY……..SOMEDAY……….SNIFF!.
i missed the college students becuz dey always brought new things for us to do.i remember when we saw dat movie it was kinda exciting. ……………………….hope dey come back……….sad face…………………
Lunch time at FIU is always fun. PW students fill the ZEB courtyard with laughter as they play tag, dodge ball, or monkey in the middle.
February 11, 2009
I was wearing a shirt that went over my knees and my oldest jeans. We spread the huge piece of banner paper on the grass. Alex carried the box of brushes and Carlos the paint. Yes, we were working on the “Dreamer’s Mural.” This lengthy paper would run across the walls of the dreamer’s room, classroom # 26. Carlos prompted us to get started but nobody really moved. He opened the pink paint and put some on a cup. I exclaimed, “Pink!” and he asked, “Who’s first?” And I got closer to him to get a swatch of pink on my paintbrush, but instead he put a streak of pink on my face. I jumped back and screamed, “Carlos!” This was the beginning of a colorful fight of paints which involved everyone. Violet, green, brown, yellow, orange, etc. were everywhere.
A lot of kids splattered paint with their brushes all over. Kids painted trees, people, stars, etc. There was one drawing that stood out the most to me, and it was a picture of a man with insane hair. Under the picture it read: “Get Crazy,” one of the Phillis Wheatley kids had drawn it. I painted a beautiful purple flower which transformed into a butterfly. My kid, Keyalah wrote a quote about the dreamers themselves. Armando decided to draw a portrait of me, he was pretty accurate. Nathan decorated the mural with his handprints. He kept on mixing ever color onto his hands. He added all of these bright colors, and I found it interesting how in the end they all led to a messy black. Nathan had paint all over himself and so did I .While some people chose to maintain themselves clean, everyone saw me as an easy target… The kids, the college students, and even the teachers. I was a walking rainbow.
-Stephanie Bechara
