- Trap Beckham      - Prime Definition

- Prime definition     -  G3 Lil Chris    

-Brady B                   - Lil Jug

- Mob Squad Nard

- Tupac will be introduced into the Rock and roll hall of fame 

The skill of wielding a camera is a form of art in its own respectable right alone. It takes a creative and imaginative mind to see something simple and recreate it into something much more spectacular, a visionary to be simple. Inspired by however no relation to the cinematic guru and legendary Steven Spielberg there's a young bull who took on the legends name to carry on in his footsteps. JB Spielberg has slowly crept his way into the views of the limelight and has earned the respect of many. Learning and mastering the arts of film and photography Spielberg has molded himself into a 2 headed beast capable of damage at massive volumes.

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Webster defines greatness as the quality of being great, distinguished, or eminent. Being in a league of your own because your accomplishments that you were that far aside from the rest. Greatness isn't something that's easily obtained, it's something that's manifested through countless hours and even years of dedication and commitment to one's craft. To be in such stature you will always ruffle some feathers and rub some people the wrong way, but at the end of the day you are still the topic of discussion so did you really lose? A proclamation to had been born to be great is a simple yet broad statement that the individual was brought to this earth to do things of immense magnitudes. DJ Swagg; a DJ and radio personality commonly known as the crowd pleaser for his talents and abilities to puppeteer any crowd he performs in front of into a rage of excitement lives by this quote. Daring, fearless and full of and boiling drive and ambition DJ Swagg prides himself on being the outcast doing what others do not have the courage to do. Embarking on a new journey to fulfill a vivid vision not many will comprehend but tons will speculate on a goal was set. Swagg took his talents from in front of the live crowds of screaming party goers to in front of a camera lense to bare it all literally. The risqué photos leaked is no doubt going to be controversial but created to be a statement. “I do things your favorite DJ can't do” and he did just that in an epic form. The goal was to create a project that would prove that the leader of men was just that courageous to step outside the box and be creative. Countless hours of physical training and dieting were detrimental towards completing this goal blood, sweat and tears. If you're going to be one who proclaims to be an originator and innovator you must set the bar and tone and undoubtedly this bar is beyond the reach of a man's pride.

Successfully overcoming, and conquering any sexist and small minded thoughts that women could not be as successful if not better than men in such heavily male populated fields for years Tampa Mystic has silenced the murmuring. Truly a jack of all trades to say the least Mystic has a list of credentials and resume in short to say purely impeccable. The on air personality for Highly Unique radio, CEO OF Mystic Entertainment and Co CEO of the Grynd Report but the rap sheet doesn't end there. Tampa also has well known affiliations with Team Bigga Rankin and the Core DJ organization. Tampa has undoubtedly created a solid foundation in the music and urban entertainment industry. A major part of success on any level is understanding and practicing the art of consistency. Frequently and more than often producing quality work for the public to witness and this has been more than comprehended and grasped and past along over to her artists. Not only has she created and established a brand of her own she has put in the work to help do just that for the artists that's she manages in Atlanta independent talent Smooth ATL and Shawty Fresh. Respect isn't something that you ask for it's something that you allow your hard work and tenacious work ethic alone to demand and there is certainly no lack of respect in her neck of the woods. From live interviews to artist showcases Mystic goes over and beyond to create a platform for artists and entertainment industry personnel alike to have an opportunity to introduce themselves to the world. As the works learns to accept more and more female entrepreneurs Tampa Mystic is the ideal figure they should pay attention to and learn from.

Florida is home to some of the most talented individuals musically especially in its South Florida region. Throughout the years and there have been a plethora artists to break into the industry from the surrounding cities throughout South Florida going back as far as Uncle Luke and Trick Daddy dating to as of late with DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Plies and Kodak Black to name a few. Recently the Pompano Beach sensation Koly P has began to ease his name into the conversation. In 2011 Koly started to embark on his newly found musical journey with his friend Dirty 1000s were in a group called The Kolyons. However the path didn't end there Koly continued to create his own music thus forming a buzz around himself that birthed a popular demand thus led to Louisiana rapper Boosie Bad Azz signing him. Facing numerous trials and tribulations after another he chose to take his musical craft more seriously and dial in where shortly after he delivered The Koly Bible and followed up with Koly Luther King. Koly is a street rapper that has a raw talent and delivery that effortlessly grabs your ear and attention. Its evident that the South Florida rapper is hungry and has an incredible drive only time will tell to see what is next as we wacth things unfold, but we expect more great music and new projects.

Treading the path in which one pursues the fruits of their long lived dreams can at times be a dark and frustrating route. The long demanding hours and countless nights staring to the ceiling wondering when will my time come? The setbacks and obstacles, the highs and lows yet nevertheless feeling like it's just not good enough. Knowing you're deserving of so much more what do you do now? You could give in to the frustration and move on, but then that would be giving up on your dreams and taking the easy way out. Or you could stick to what you've worked so tirelessly for day in and day out. All of the best accomplishments are appreciated tenfold when you know internally that you've put in so much work and made so many sacrifices to see it manifest. In the mid 2000’s Trap Beckham then formally Yung Trap made his way into the music scene with a unique sound of his own but it was not a simple task no not by a long shot. The battle for acceptance was a fight in Its own being a new starving artist in a pool of many how was one to stay afloat? Throughout the years Beckham not only remained tedious and tenacious in his pursuit for musical dominance he began to see the fruits of his labor actually pay off. In a little under a decade Beckham has produced hits that rallied throughout his hometown of Jacksonville Florida as well as surrounding cities yet still this just was not enough. Single after single mixtape after another the consistency was evident but that one big break had yet to come. Maneuvering his annual 7-14 mixtape a compilation of his best music entitled after his birthday as a tool to continue to give his fans something to listen to that one break finally began to creep its way in without even realizing it's presence. Birthday Chick the most recent single bounced around in rotation from club to club spinning on just about every DJ’s deck just might have been exactly what he'd been looking for. With a topic relatively simile yet applicable to everyone the hook had been lined and the bait was set. Just imagine all of the women who go out to the nightclubs to celebrate their birthday and hear a song catered to exactly them. Like a swarm of bees the single buzzed around until it stung the right set of ears. Def Jam records has been one of the most highly respected and prestigious of record labels in the hip hop music industry for decades. Being responsible for the careers of so many greats the executives saw potential in the Florida rapper and sought to create an allegiance between the two. Post signing with Def Jam Beckham has been on an incredible tear throughout the U.S performing all over the states on a promotional run pushing his single that has not only been a worldwide sensation but a hit to the masses. The road of redemption led Trap to the top of the mountain where he so long dreamed of. Now in a new found position of stature some would begin to ponder what is next?

When this topic was first put to me I found it hard to pinpoint an exact answer. “Queerness” is broad, and going with the literal and historical meaning of a person whose sexuality or gender doesn’t conform to the socially accepted status quo simply lacks the nuance and subtlety of their identity that many self defined queer people experience. Being put as “what queer means to me” was a wise decision, and I hope to be able to answer that here, though I am not necessarily able to answer that for anybody reading this.

Before it ever gathered it’s LGBT+ connotations, the term queer meant “strange” and strange is certainly how I felt growing up in a very small, middle class and Tory voting village in South Cambridgeshire. Maybe it was my many odd childhood obsessions, aircraft( I dreamt of being either a pilot or a stewardess) guinea pigs (which I unashamedly still love to this day), unicorns, the middle ages; or maybe it was my violent mood swings and seeming oversensitivity, but somehow I never exactly hit it off with other children my age. I was still keen for a close friend however and there were places where I’d feel like I was almost there in that longed for place of my own little gaggle of cheery chums, such as in the church choir where I sang on sundays, or at Brownies, or the football club where I discovered I wasn’t England material and probably was where my deep seated dislike of

sports began. I’d feel the camaraderie coursing through me as we sang “Lord of the dance”, practiced whittling, or kicked a ball up and down a muddy field and almost feel like I had friends. But then it would stop, we’d go home, or back to school, back to me being left out and everyone else settling into their own little comfy groups. I never felt quite right with any of them. Gender roles were firmly established in my primary school and generally speaking the girls had been taught to be quiet, sensible and organised, had well Co-ordinated scented gel pens, lots of hairclips and hair bobbles, and little sticker books full of sparkly stickers, whilst the boys were able to get away with being louder, get away with making poo and fart jokes, and were most certainly nudged down the route of liking football, and deviation from these left you firmly branded as “gay” or “lesbian” if like me you happened to be afab. I remember, from the age of 8 onwards, developing what I now recognise as crushes, on some of my afab peers, and at the tender age of 10 professed love and a desire to marry, one of the very, very few friends I’d managed to make at that point, a seemingly kind and gentle girl in the year above me. I thought I could trust her but the next day I was approached by gawping masses of children asking me “are you a Lesbian???” and I knew I’d been deceived. It was true though, I liked afab people a lot and didn’t start noticing others for a couple of years yet, when I was in secondary school aged 12 and found myself thinking how pretty the boy who sat next to me in history was. Despite having a crush on a girl I never really felt part of their group. My mother was always keen to do “girly” things with me, such as home spa days, days out shopping in town, trips to national trust properties where we’d have a cream tea, sacred rituals of “womanliness” that my brother and father, and post divorce, my step father were excluded from. Objectively, these activities were fun, but every time my mum, or anyone else for that matter used phrases like “girls night in” or “girly outing” I felt weird inside, like it wasn’t really for me if it was a “ladies beauty day” rather than simply being a “beauty day”. Liking and enjoying so called “feminine” things doesn’t automatically make one female, as I should definitely know.

At this point, aged 12, that weird apex age between childhood and early teens, what I knew about gender, learnt off of my TERF mother, was that fanny=girl/woman and willy=boy/man. I had no idea a person could be trans, let alone non binary, so I just put my feelings down to me just not knowing how to “girl” properly if that makes sense? So, in a way that was going to become pretty habitual for me, I subconsciously pushed it back and tried to focus on other things instead. But, not thinking about gender just made me think about my sexuality instead, and this was something where I had far more self awareness. One of my great uncles is gay, and I had pretty much known that all my life. He and my family didn’t hide this, although it wasn’t talked about much openly, and so I was fully aware that it was possible for someone to not be a heterosexual essentially. However, the only possible sexualities I knew were “gay” and “straight”, and any others were unknown to me. I was fairly certain I was neither and this was a perplexing matter. Thankfully the answer came to me in the form of David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust, and for some reason, as I am unable to remember the rest of the conversation I asked my mum if he was gay or straight whilst listening to Hunky Dory. She replied that he was bi. I asked what that meant. She told me and I went away to think. A few days later, in the car after school, we had a conversation that went as follows:

“mummy?”

“yes?”

“mummy, I think I’m bi”

My mum looked flustered

“you don’t know that.... you’re only 13..you can’t know that when you’re 13”

The statement, I now recognise, unbeknownst to my mother, was probably the thing that’s harmed me most out of all the things that have been said to me ever, and believe me I’ve been called a lot of things. She never intended it to wound. She genuinely believed that I couldn’t know I was bi at 14, but the effect this had on me subconsciously has profoundly shaped how I was in my teens and even into today. The resulting years of self doubt, lack of self confidence, combined with a very academically pushing family, high achieving secondary school and tendency to compartmentalise and suppress emotions did not lead to an emotionally stable adult me at the end. Of many things, I pretended I wasn’t bi, told everyone I was straight, for a long time, until aged 17 I had begun to accept my sexuality again after, bizarrely, going to church, the last place you’d think someone would come to terms with their non straight sexuality. I don’t want to sound like “one of those christians”(which is a warning that I’m probably about to sound like “one of those christians”), but going to church and focusing on my spirituality, gave me a sense of peace that led me go stop lying to myself about who I really was. If my peers and my family weren’t on my side, at least God was anyway. At this time I was beginning to learn about non binary genders, having by now learnt that binary trans people existed, albeit through my TERFy mother, so perhaps not from the best source. I was too scared to argue but I disagreed with her on many aspects of trans issues. The more I read about non-binary people though, the more I felt that it sounded a lot like me. I felt I couldn’t quite define what my gender was, if it was a gender at all, and settled on “agender” as the best way to describe it. So by this point I was by no means in a good place, I was still utterly miserable most of the time, still prone to outbursts of extreme emotions over the tiniest things, still self harming, but at least I was finally being honest with myself. In the end I told my mother I was bi, and although she accepted this time, I still feel like she doesn’t believe me and that she’s embarrassed by it (or bi it- pardon the pun). I won’t be telling her I’m non-binary for a while, not whilst she stays TERFy anyway, but I have some wonderful friends who I know I can depend on to listen to me rant and rave about my bloody family like a cartoon teenager.

So I guess, what ‘Queer’ means to me personally is acknowledging the truth, about knowing what I am and not attempting to battle it or hide it away in the dark dusty broom cupboard at the back of my head. And you are probably reading this and thinking “well, what kind of an answer is THAT?”

I spent years hiding

Behind “a crush on Natalie Portman doesn’t count”

And “everyone goes through that phase”

And “I just like to kiss girls sometimes”

Until I started to find myself.

But even then it was

“But your fingernails aren’t even short”

And “you’ve never watched The L Word”

And “you mean it’s your first time with a woman?”

My self assessment shifted.

I was straight

Then heteroflexible

And bisexual

And pansexual

And queer?

Queer? Am I queer?

A houseguest once came to stay with us,

Made some comment, qualified with--

“Sorry, I just assumed you were queer?”

Queer. The word felt comfortable.

An identity I didn’t know I had.

One I’ve never been brave enough to speak out loud.

But am I queer enough to deserve the word?

I scour the internet. I read articles, definitions, blogs, zines, confessions.

Size myself up; catalogue my proclivities.

Heart beats faster as I wrap my brain around the word.

Here a queer, there a queer, everywhere a queer queer.

Queer is in the heart. Queer as folk. Scissor sisters for life.

Now, I nurture a small flame of queerness in my heart.

No longer does my Q stand for Quiet. Questioning. Querulous.

Constructed from a potent cocktail of

“I like what I like.”

And nose pierced, undercut, black hair dye, red lipstick fab.

And a secret desire to bind my chest and wear a real suit

(a proper coat with tails, so dapper)

And slick my hair back.

Then bounce back to femme fatale, smile and wink.

Is queerness bestowed, earned, or inherited?

Doesn’t matter--either way, I’ve found it.                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                                         Michelle Waymare

This has always been a really hard term for me to identify as, especially as I was in denial about my own sexuality and faked it with the wrong person for an awfully long time which I feel reflects on me badly. But now, being in acceptance of who I am and who I love is an exhilarating feeling, I can actually display my true feelings for someone instead of awkwardly crushing on them from the side-lines. It really makes a difference from being shit scared of who I was and watching Rose and Rosie videos in my bedroom or the web series, Carmilla.  

Although I am fully aware of who I am and at total peace with that, I know my queerness does not define me as a person. Despite the new relationships I’ve developed or either lost due to coming out when I was 18 and a half, it is not me. Whom I chose to share a bed with at night does not define how I will live my life. For some people it’s a total deal breaker, identifying as queer can make or break that life due to the culture in their life. I’ve been really lucky considering. I have a supportive loving mama, her side don’t treat me any differently at all. My grandmother and her other son and her late husband would never treat me the same again if they knew. Sometimes it feels as though I’m living a double life with hiding my queerness to certain family members but openly gay to my friends and immediate family? 

It’s exhausting. Not being able to talk about a new girl in my life or being openly gay in public in my own hometown in case someone who knows the homophobic members of family sees and then tells. Being asked, “Have you got a lad yet?” every time my gran phones me tugs a little more at my chest each time she asks. I would love nothing more than to be able to tell her about someone new and exciting in my life but I am fully aware the fallout would never be worth it. I have a fear of not only being cut off financially but emotionally too, if I were to marry a girl one day and call someone my wife I know half of my life wouldn’t be there to witness this big step in my life and if you know me, you know I’m shit scared of commitment as it is from fear of being left. 

Despite the drawbacks my life has now come to face I am totally comfortable with being queer due to the positive people in my life. Thanks to someone I had the upmost pleasure of dating recently I felt comfortable enough within myself to come out to my friends before members of my family. Although that relationship has heartbreakingly ended I will forever be grateful for their impact in my life and I will always hold them close to me.

So, what does being queer mean to me? It means facing new consequences I didn’t have to worry about before and potentially losing people I once held so close to me. But, I now know they aren’t worthy of being in my life in the first place if they cannot accept a part of me which doesn’t define me? 

It also means finding new opportunities for love I never would have found before, new friends through coming out on Twitter who I now speak to daily and who have supported me during some of the hardest times of my life. I know if my family were to disown me I would have my second family to fall back on, sometimes I value them more than my relatives themselves. I feel there’s something important and beautiful through being connected through a community where you all have one aspect in common yet you find new similarities within each other. In short queer to me means being accepted and facing loss but knowing the new ties you find through this community can last a lifetime. 

Teacher Dream Team Dominate Dodgeball!!

This year the teachers Dream Team has once again beaten the grade 7, 8, and 9 teams. While each student team lost, they maintained their respective pride with admirable, valiant effort. The grade nines came very close to ousting the champs when one student clipped the teachers numbers down to four. This, combined with the efforts of both the grade 7s and 8s, made the Dream Team nervous, causing Mr. G to call for an expanded training regiment before next year's tournament. Besides a couple of scintillating catches on the part of the teachers, the grade 7s were the only team to catch a teacher-tossed dodge ball, so give them a good hoot! The whole student population hopes that next year one of its teams will overcome the incredible challenge posed by the teachers.

Problem: many wastes are created;people do not recycle stuff

Americans throw away 25% more trash from gifts packing during the Thanksgiving to New Year's holiday period than any other time of year. The extra waste amounts to 25 million tons of garbage, or about 1 million extra tons per week! 

If every family reused just two feet of holiday ribbon, the 38,000 miles of ribbon saved could tie a bow around the entire planet. If every American family wrapped just 3 presents in re-used materials, it would save enough paper to cover 45,000 football fields. The 2.65 billion Christmas cards sold each year in the U.S. could fill a football field 10 stories high. If we each sent one card less, we’d save 50,000 cubic yards of paper. 

Gift Ideas -

· pay extra attention to gifts that are labeled as recycable 

Entertaining - 

·Make everything easy for guests for recycle 

· Use plates, glasses and cutlery that can be washed and re-used.

Public Transit - 

· drive as less often as possible during thanksgiving. Use public transportation to go places. We can take bus, train and subway, etc. Public transit could prevent a large amount of gas emissions and save a lot of energy. 

Wrap It Up - 

· For gift wrapping, start with recycles. 

· Use old posters, comics, colorful shopping bags, even old maps. 

· When we recieve, be sure to save the ribbons and bows.

     “Are you eating something? What did you eat? WHAT DID YOU EAT?” he demands.

      “Nothing!” I shout, still chewing. 

     “Spit it out. Right. Now. Spit it out.” 

     “DADDY, no!” I wail, biting down hard. My father’s hand is prying my jaw open, attempting to forcibly remove whatever I am trying to ingest. By this time, the situation has caught the attention of the desk staff, some nurses, and Jacob and his mother. He finally manages to scrape the remaining candy off my back molar, and holds the offending object to the light. 

     It’s a green Skittle. 

     My father angrily rubs his temple, the veins pulsing at the top. 

     “Abigail, where did you get this?” he asks, and I point to Jacob, who at this point has resumed playing with his trains. My father turns to Jacob’s mother, full papa-bear mode activated. 

     “Did you give this to her?” he demands, gesturing wildly with the half-chewed Skittle.

      “We just wanted to share with her and—”

      “You can’t give this out to just anybody! My daughter has food allergies. This could kill her.”

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