Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Penn Center-Kirstin

I love this picture because it reminds me when I was a little girl. When I heard the African songs I didn't know I felt like clapping my hands and stamping my feet. It sounded cacophonous to me. The man sounded and looked just like a real African. The color of his skin looked like obsidian, the smell was fragrance, the feel of the buildings felt metallic.



Anonymous said...

You did really good on your report.


Mrs. Heaton's Class said...

Dear kirstin,I loved your report its really cool how you put thoses very interesting word in your blog.How did you even know how to spell them?What do thoses words even mean?


Anonymous said...

you are a good reporter..