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Junkyard Quotes 26-30, Week 6

"You speak another language when you talk to them."
-A quote from my supervising teacher. During my first observation at Temple Middle School, the teacher introduced me at the beginning of every class. A student that was in 1st period Literature and 2nd period Language Arts asked midway through Language Arts who I was.

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"They use your portfolio to send you to jail. They don't test you."
-This is a quote from an old news report/special called "Testing, Testing, Testing." During one scene, a professor at DePaul University criticized standardized testing, noting that you must test to become a cop, firefighter, social worker, and often as a student, though students benefit more from portfolio and exhibition work. The professor noted how they observe your portfolio or rap sheet to send you to jail.
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"That's before robots took over."
-A Toyota commercial during the above news special contained shots of factory workers at a plant. Only humans were working in the shots, which is why a classmate made the above comment. It reminded me of how futuristic the 21st century seems in comparison to the 20th.

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"White people edit black mannerisms."
-I can't remember Ashley's quote, so this might be my thought after she said something along these lines, but the idea stems from a class period when she noted the difference in how white girls buck or step up to someone and how black girls do.

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"Get in my life!"
-My friend Chase always yells this when someone forgets a fact about him. I don't usually say it, but when someone forgets a fact about me that I've already told them, his phrase runs through my head.

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