Cost/comparison

Taylor, Amelia, Annie, Peggy

Here are some of the numbers that we found. Since we have no feedback yet from the design committee, these are just preliminary numbers. We will tweak them as we go.

Placemats-11X17 paper
Color paper, black and white printing- 1,000 copies= $55.00 (this paper looked very springy)
2,000 copies= $110.00

Books- we have so many options, but here are some numbers to work with.
25 copies- 1 for each member of the class plus 3 permanent ones to leave at the Drop Inn
8 ½ inch paper, folded in half-whatever number of pages we decide on, it needs to be divisible by 4.

24 pages/ 6 original sheets printed on all sides(4pages per sheet)
White paper 20# b/w printing $6.00
White paper, color printing $33.00
70# nicer paper/different colors, black print $8.25

48 pages/12 original sheets
White paper 20# b/w printing $12.00
White paper, color printing $66.00
70# nicer paper/different colors, black print $16.50

The binding is a separate cost. Some of the ideas:
Stitch and Fold $4.00
Plastic binding $.75 each
Or they will punch holes if we want, I think for free
Also, lamination is very expensive. She suggested maybe a plastic outer sheet for the Drop Inn books at $.35 each book.
Another note, sales tax will start to be collected beginning April 1. If we can get the Drop Inn’s tax id number, then we can get the placemats printed free of tax.

So Emotional

My Experience at the shelter changed me a whole lot. I don't like seeing people who are struggling or who has nothing to go home to. When I first went to the shelter we was afraid to go inside. We was being very stereotypical. We saw people outside drinking and smoking standing and some leaning up against the wall. We drove around the block a couple of times because we were afraid to actually stop and go inside. We finally got hte courage to go inside. We was the first group to go to the drop-inn. Once we went inside it was really a sense of relief. Everyone was so nice. I felt bad for actually being so afraid. I really didn't know why I was afraid. Everyone was so grateful for everything. They treated us like we were like royalty or something. Some people just made me want to cry. Like seeing the younger people in there i could have just ran out there crying. I felt like they were looking at us like we were looking at them like some kind of a charity case or something. Just some of the things people said to me just really took an emotional effect over me. I called my mom as soon as we had left the shelter and I had told her about what we had did. The first thing that she had said was "Were you scared?". I told her how bad I had felt. I thought she was going to cry. I thought that it wouldn't bother me that much but it did. I wanted to go back with better food to give to them. I felt like they would have been offended by us going in there. I just know that I gained a whole lot more respect for my parents because they really struggled while I was growing up and we could have very easily been in there place.

Journal, March 31, 2009

Journal Entry for March 31, 2009

 

So I ruffled some feathers…that was my intention.

 

My journalism teacher in high school always told me that the best stories were about things that pissed people off. What pisses me off, is spending an entire class period arguing whether or not the people at the Drop Inn will hate us after we write about them as an object of our creativity. So, I apologize for picking on you, Jack – we can attribute my insensitivity to your feelings to woman’s monthly visitor, maybe.

 

As for my classmates who – through hearsay – have their panties in a bunch over me being hypocritical in suggesting that students who go to Miami are sheltered, I have to correct you.

 

According to the credible source, dictionary.com, sheltered is to be protected from the troubles, annoyances, sordidness, etc., encountered in competitive situations: a sheltered life.

 

Is this a competitive situation?

 

Anyway, in no way does sheltered deal with socioeconomic status in the world, but if we want to go there, we can.

 

My family would be considered upper middle class. We live in a small, modest house in a nice town. My mom drives an Escalade, so shoot me. I feel fortunate to be close with my family, be healthy, and be able to have the opportunity to share a classroom with you lovely people. Call me sheltered, I can take it. I can’t change people, but I truly don’t care.

 

Homogenous, according to dictionary.com, is to be of the same kind or nature; essentially alike.

 

There’s not a whole lot of diversity at Miami. The administration works hard to promote it, but for some reason or another, it’s not a prevalent characteristic of our university. In my opinion, I thought the usage of homogenous in regards to Miami and then to suggest inquisitively ‘Sheltered, anyone?’ was a valiant effort to make my point that Miami is an easy stereotype. It’d be easy for me to stereotype homeless people as irresponsible, but it’s just as easy for them to stereotype Miami students as sheltered. Perhaps the stereotype isn’t correct, but is it a possible characteristic for at least some of the respective category?

 

My real point in writing a controversial blog post was to say that whatever we create doesn’t need to be politically correct or sugar-coated. It also doesn’t need to be blunt or stereotypical. It’s a work produced by our class that will be given to the Drop Inn. It will be diversified enough that people are able to make their own statements and ideas, but all in all it will be one production. And what they take from it, we probably won’t know. And that’s OK.

 

I look forward to our final piece.

A few thoughts ....

Homeless Shleter Defintion
-Homeless shelters are temporary residences for homeless people. Usually located in urban neighborhoods, they are similar to emergency shelters. The primary difference is that homeless shelters are usually open to anyone, without regard to the reason for need. ...
-A place where a homeless person will often get a roof over his/her head; a temporary address which provides sleep-in facilities for displacedTemporary??What if it turns into longer temporary sounds so young and little.Often get a roof over there head?? what if they don't then what? The streets? Cold nights? like cold souls?We all take for granted the things we already have and are blinded by what we want that we dont see what others need. A place to call home is a necessity to some but a privalage??
I think not. I think it should be something everyone has. It should be something so routine and open that when someone is comfortable and at peace and it should be felt in a place called HOME. A place where they have fond memories good and bad, where they watched their family grow, a place of their own....Even with my opinion I am still a hypocrit to Homeless people who are really no different then myslef except they are less fortunate then I and even more less fortunate then some of the students at this school. I can name multiple encounters I have had with homless people and I have felt the same everytime. Afraid?? Why, I can only imagine because of the stereotypical idea of a homeless person is supposed to be scary? What happens when your neighbor who you have lived beside for years loses their home and becomes Homeless??? Then what ? Are they scary then? Do you avoid them? Do you help them? Or are you afraid they might become dependent on you?
Being Homeless is like a survey of question and what if's and couldv'e shouldv'es .....The shelter helped me see further into the situation of homelessness. I was afriad at first going into the shelter .... actually I was afraid when we pulled up. So many thoughts were running through my head and yet when we were inside & and actually serving only one kept going through. "Why did I come with pre-exsisting thoughts of how these people were going to be when I didn't know them??"
I tell myself that I should feel privlaged to have parents that cared enough to work their ass off to give me and my siblings everything we have. I tell myslef I should feel privlaged to be able to go to school and have a car and have a job and have all these things?? Then I tell myself I am privlaged thats why I have them but what makes me any different from those who dont have them?? How do you become privlaged when its either given to you or not? What is a privlage if you can work and work and still not get shit?? I'm confused on everything about this.. But in the mist of all that I ask myself....If I gave up one thing such as my car and it would benefit 10 homless people would I??The question is unanswered because Idon't know..... When reading it you want to say yeah....But I didn't and maybe Im selfish but is it my fault I was privlaged enough to have those things??? Or "Their" fault that their not??

In studies they say that the two main leading factors to homlessness is Lack of support from public funding or its just not there and the decreasing employment oppertunites.When your economy is in a place such as we are now how do we begin helping others with out letting our own selves go with it. I think the third leading factor is greed. Self absorbance, power, money,possessions, and many other things take over and we become blinded to the nature of what is going on to others and the little places. We should want to help...should....

-Should-"used in auxiliary function to express what is probable or expected"
Expected?? So where is it?? A question and an answer that can be classified as a mystery always to be explored but never solved??
Homelessness-My defintion is that of an unfortunate event that has happened to those who are under privlaged...some by fate others by choice...But all have the ability to over come their situations as long as they have the will to fight for it!!!! They have to want better, do better, and understand..there is a reasoning for everything and what don't or won't kill you .....Has made you stronger!!!!! Your here aren't you ....seek for your purpose and Faith and perserverance will pay off!!!

Glorified Blessing

Anxiety shivers with
foreign feelings:
re-evaluation of values.
People waiting as
hummingbirds hovering.

Eye contact or not?
Attempt to make eye contact.
Pitying them –
offensive or compassionate?
So many questions.

Call people to the line.
The handicap first,
then women,
60 years old or older,
middle-age men last.

Some cringe but
most say hello.
So friendly –
pride swells.
A man blesses me.

to break it down...

in the dark and the cold

loitered bright lights illuminate ivory

paper bread too many attempts at a third bag

couldnt help but smile more than 300 words

i wouldnt say i fit the stereotype

four stations under instructions

not all men are evil

green and yellow walls

succeeding, systematic nature

blur of a coat that had many colors and many layers

swagger, even more ambition

in book, THE MAN, picasso

bandana wrapped cussing

bandana woman bitter

thought writing the most influential type of art form

apprehension shivers re-evaluation

stimulus overload blend well

deep indentation vibe to the meal

crazy hats, handful, repeat

a money exchange, a peace walker, an artist, a joker

cracked smile, breaking it down

instant friend dreams

you putting in half a scoop?

above 40 degrees

"Love Wins"

Layers

Layers

Blur of coats
Colorful expectations
Alcohol? Drugs? Both?
Presumed plights
Stereotypes.

Detached hats
Fluttering hardship
Uncaring guilt lingers
Unabashedly timorous
Avoiding pretending

Indiscernible profanity
Unexpected slander
Shameless emotions affront
Moth-eaten plaid
Humanity
Ambivalent shirts loiter
Mingling, remembering
Food
Dollops of hope
Adorning cynical trays

Timeless jeans
Tattered experience
Nameless conversation
Influential artwork
Courage

Scraggly sneakers
Attract quiet eyes
Mumbled gratitude offsets
Upbeat arguments
Contagious laughter


Overwhelmingly ordinary
Apprehensively unreal.