“Yesterday” is a movie of love, fame, and of course, The Beatles. It captures a theme that many movies have previously tried to convey: love is worth more than fame and fortune. Though I liked how the initial story was formulated and all, some parts were disappointing. Being a huge fan of The Beatles myself, I will admit that I was a little critical when watching it. But in being so, I did unearth some aspects others would have just overlooked, good and bad.     
The story starts with the main character, Jack Malik (Himesh Patel), finishing up a performance at a bar. For ten years now, he has had a pretty miserable musical career, touring various music venues. After his manager, and best friend, Ellie (Lily James), lands him a gig at a big music concert venue in which he plays for about 10 people, he decides to put his musical career to an end, despite Ellie’s disappointment.
That very night, Ellie drops him off where he locked his bike and he heads home. But on his way there, all of a sudden, through a montage of lights going out, the world loses all power. Next thing you know he’s been hit by a bus. He later wakes up at a hospital where Ellie is promptly waiting for him. When he is released from the hospital, his friends throw a party for him in which they give him a new guitar, since his was broken in the crash. They then quite literally beg for a song. He responds by playing the hit Beatles song, “Yesterday.”  As he finishes, they ask how he wrote such a beautiful song (gee, I wonder). He then goes Alex Jones level crazy, as he cannot believe that his friends have never heard the song “Yesterday.”
It may seem cliché, but from here the movie’s premise is created. I’ve heard skeptics question the natural aspect of this, asking questions like, “Why did he pick a Beatles song when he was asked?” To that, all I have to say is that for a musician heavily influenced by the Beatles, it only makes sense.
Before I continue, let’s just revisit the fact that in this movie, The Beatles never existed. You would think that the world would be quite different without them, but somehow it isn’t at all. Not only were The Beatles erased, but also Coca-Cola, cigarettes, the band Oasis, and Harry Potter. As if The Beatles weren’t enough for the world to lose, some magical force just expecto patronum-ed four more important parts of popular culture. And I’m certain that the movie missed other stuff that was lost. These facts scared me initially, and for the first 30 minutes (once these things disappeared), I was wondering, “How did this happen?” Nonetheless, I was intrigued. 
As for Jack’s rise to fame, it seemed pretty realistic, as far as claims of fame go. At first, his fame was “slow and steady,” but then he was catapulted into glory after appearing at an Ed Sheeran concert. Once Jack became famous, however, my disappointment started to rise. Not only does Jack kiss Ellie in his hotel room, he almost lets her go back to London, but, of course, takes part in a cliché “running to the train to catch the girl” scene that ends with Ellie telling him she can’t be a part of his life. 
In an attempt to win Ellie back, he plans to tell the truth about the songs during a concert. He admits to plagiarism and his love for Ellie, while her face is literally taking up the entire jumbotron behind him, and the audience is happy with him for posting his songs online for free. However, this reaction just seems unrealistic. I mean, I know ghostwriters are becoming a bigger thing now (thanks, Em), but this would be like hearing that Drake didn’t write “God’s Plan.” Ellie forgives Jack and they get back together, which made it seem like copying songs was a good thing. Other than that, the ending was nice and Jack continued to spread the love of The Beatles. It really was a “happy ever after in the marketplace... Ob la di, Ob la da...”
Overall, the acting in the movie was pretty good. The characters appeared to show emotions at a reasonable level, and some of the clear over-exaggeration actually helped to make the story relatable. The singing was a little different, in that I wasn’t particularly impressed by Himesh’s singing capability. Though a part of me is just comparing him to the original singers, and no one can copy God’s work perfectly, nonetheless The Beatles. 
As for the camera work, I actually found that the angles and shots were quite unique and interesting. They were definitely different, but that presented an unusual experience that I favored. 
The cliché aspects of the story were something about the movie that I did not like. Some moments in this movie were just ripped out of one of those 70s romantic novels that smell like libraries. These could have been avoided, but then at the same time, what would replace them? If you like that stuff, though, you’ll like that part of the movie, but I didn’t.  
The character development is an attribute that critics keep an eye out for, primarily because it makes the movie seem more natural. Humans change a little bit every day,  so it’s only normal that the characters change in a movie like this one. The love between the characters progressed naturally, and the effect that they had on each other did the same. 
For the story as a whole, it was a pleasant one. Disregarding all of the painful cliché moments it had, its message of how powerful love can be — no, is — had people leaving the theater with a smile on their face and a better taste for music. 
Although “Yesterday” is in no sight of an Academy Award (at least in my eyes), it was not horrible. If you like The Beatles, I encourage you to check it out for yourself. And if you do, we all know what you’ll be listening to that night. 
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I went in for a handshake, but instead Deborah A. Bondzie went in for a hug. I was a little taken back because the person that I met in that Starbucks was not the person I had prepared to interview. Her website was so professional and well laid out, it made her seem like a serious person. She offered to buy me something to eat. I politely declined. She asked me questions about myself like what my hobbies and interests were, if I had any siblings. It truly felt like two people just talking. 
Bondzie is an African American lawyer. Her family immigrated to the United States from Haiti. They lived in Brooklyn, New York, where Bondzie was then born. She has a younger brother and two sisters. She attended Tufts University for undergrad where she got a bachelor’s degree in child development and community health. She got her master’s in 2007 in urban and environmental policy and planning in child development. Bondzie has been a certified lawyer for seven years and has been running her own law firm as well. 
Bondzie’s family was a big part of her deciding to become a lawyer. “Growing up, I would have family members who needed help with different immigration documents, they would ask me for their assistance,'' she said, but she wasn’t certified then. Bondzie also conducted parenting classes where she was frequently asked for help with legal documents, “and I'd have to remind them that I wasn’t a lawyer, but in so doing that sort of inspired me to pursue a law degree, because I realized that I could be helpful…” 
She went to Suffolk University Law school. During that time the country was experiencing an economic crash, banks were underwater and people were struggling to pay off their mortgages, Bondzie tells me. Because of this, she wanted to learn a little bit of everything in law school. That way she would be prepared to help anyone who needed assistance. 
“My strategy was to learn a little bit of everything. So that once I graduated from law school, I would be able to hit the ground running, so to speak, and be able to work in different law fields, legal fields, if that's necessary.”
She also has her own practice. But starting it wasn’t something she always knew she wanted. “I worked at other companies. So I worked at Oracle, I've worked at American tower and I worked for a nonprofit organization for medical legal partnership.”   
Her work experience at other firms and her colleagues were her motivations in starting her own firm. “My colleagues who had started their own practice inspired me to start my own. And so I took a leap of faith.”
Bondzie’s parents are from Haiti, making her an African American lawyer. She explained, “I know people have their prejudices, but I don’t approach my cases necessarily thinking about other people's prejudices.” Instead, she says she approaches her cases, “by familiarizing myself with what's going on, doing the legal research necessary to prepare my arguments, conferencing the matter with all parties involved and then properly defending my clients.”
She talks about how she keeps herself motivated and how to deal with tough decisions in the day to day. It’s about persisting on equally good and bad days. “And so will doubt and fear creep in to your mind after making the decision? Yes. But then you want to remind yourself why you made the decision you made, and stay inspired. I think it's really more about allowing your inspiration and motivation to outweigh any doubts or fears that may try to sneak into you.” 
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I began to volunteer at the Jason Roberts Challenger League two years ago. On my first day, I vividly remember being very apprehensive about the next hour and a half.  You see, while I did have experience working with kids—I had worked at the YMCA the two summers prior—I did not have experience interacting with children with special needs, and it intimidated me.
Autism spectrum disorder, or ASD, is a developmental disability that can significantly impact the social, communicative and behavioral skills of the autistic person. In 2014, the Autism Society conducted a study that shows that about 1% of people around the world, 3.5 million of which live in America, are on this spectrum.
Down syndrome, otherwise known as trisomy 21, is a genetic disorder caused by having a partial or complete extra copy of chromosome 21, resulting in one more chromosome than is usually found in our genetic code.  According to a study done in 2008 by the CDC, around 1 in every 1,200 people in the U.S. had Down syndrome. 
Both disorders are serious, life-altering disabilities that drastically change the lives of children and their families.  Now imagine being told that your child is being diagnosed with DS-ASD: both Down syndrome and autism.
This is the reality of many of the families that sign their kids up for the Jason Roberts Challenger League. The JRCL is a baseball league that services children with special needs, and gives them a place where they have the opportunity to be active, have fun and feel welcomed.
Now I know I’m not alone in this feeling.  Often, we look at people with autism and Down syndrome and other disabilities, and we see something that scares us, because they’re us, but not “us.” Sometimes they don’t have some of the core abilities that make humans so unique, like speech.  They can put us on edge, just like the depths of the deep blue ocean or the vacuum of space: an irrational fear of something that is so close to us, yet so unknown.
But it shouldn’t be that way.
I know now because I have spent a significant amount of time around people with these special needs, that they are some of the easiest people to interact with on the planet.  As an example, this spring one of the kids asked me when my birthday was, and I told him: June 28, 2002.  He asked me, “So you’re turning 17?” and I said “Yes, yes I am,” and he wished me a happy birthday as we were about to start the game.  An hour later, as the game ends and I’m beginning to walk away from the field, five or six other kids came up to me and wished me a happy birthday, because they were either told it was my birthday or overheard the original conversation.  When I said thank you, they all started grinning, and one of them even offered me a hug.  
The amount of joy they got out of simply being kind to someone was—and is every time I witness one of these acts of pure kindness—heartwarming.  They are caring, funny and kind, and just as deserving of our respect, time and understanding as the rest of humanity. The only problem is, they often require a lot more of these things than an average person.
The position I hold as a volunteer at the JRCL is a special “buddy.” I work with kids that need people to support them.  At the JRCL, there are all sorts of levels of special needs. Some of the kids have high-functioning autism or Asperger’s syndrome and do not need to be heavily supported, whereas some of the kids with more severe cases are non-verbal, meaning they cannot speak and instead communicate with sounds and gestures.
Additionally, when describing them as “kids,” I don’t necessarily mean that they are still under the age of eighteen—which many of them are—but many of them aren’t.  This year is the league’s 25th year, and a few of the kids have been there for all 25 years.  Some of them are well beyond their teen years, but every single person there in a baseball uniform acts like a kid, which is one of the reasons that raising and supporting a child with severe autism or down syndrome it’s a lifelong commitment for parents. 
It may be very time-consuming, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less rewarding.  In that same Autism Society study, they found that in the U.S., the average lifespan cost to support someone with an intellectual disability is $2.4 million, whereas it’s just under half that for someone without an intellectual disability.  This is especially startling when you realize that the average life expectancy for someone with autism is significantly lower than those without an intellectual disability.  The British Journal of Psychiatry recently found that in Sweden, the average life expectancy for those with autism sits at around 40-54 years of age depending on the severity of their ASD diagnosis, opposed to the normal 70 years for the general population.
However, not all cases of autism are as severe as the cases of the kids I work with at the JRCL.  Autism is a spectrum, meaning that the range of how impacted the person is, varies greatly and many people who are on the spectrum you wouldn’t know they were upon meeting them.  I have several friends with Asperger’s syndrome or high-functioning autism, and they are some of my closest friends and some of the brightest people I know.
That being said, what is the main issue?  It has to do with the societal view of who is normal, and the stigma that comes with being “different.”  There’s no arguing that autism and Down syndrome make those who have them different from most people who don’t, but that isn’t a bad thing. They have things taken from them, but the stuff that was taken away gets redistributed somewhere else.  A kid with autism who has poor social skills may be extremely gifted intellectually or have a particular set of skills that serves them well in mathematics, or memorization.  For example, one of the things I’ve found out is that all of the kids I’ve worked with have lost their innate sense of bias: they look at a person, and they see a person, without harboring preconceived notions or judgments.  No more, no less.  If you’re a human, they treat you as such.
Most of us aren’t accustomed to working with this group of people, and so we feel nervous when we encounter them. I know I certainly was before I started working at the JRCL. But I do think the time and effort that goes into getting to know this absolutely incredible group of people is worth it.
It brightens my day every time I go to that baseball diamond because I know that whatever little bit of happiness I bring to their lives, is impacting someone who may not have much else.
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As I approached Ginger Exchange, I was shocked by the outer appearance of the restaurant. The restaurant resides on Huntington Ave and looks slightly dead, to be honest. There were scratches on the colorless poles outside, and the area it’s located in is slightly dirty so it wasn’t helping the already lackluster appearance of the store. But I walked inside and was in complete awe. 
The inside of the restaurant was beautiful. The first thing I noticed was all the red paintings on the walls. The next thing I noticed was the bar, which is the star of the show at Ginger Exchange. There are rows and rows and rows of alcohol--probably housing every type of alcohol that exists. Now, of course, I wasn’t incredibly drawn to the bar, but my parents were definitely happy. Suddenly, leaving the comforting walls of our home wasn’t so bad after all. 
We were then greeted by a man who accompanied us to a table and gave us menus. At the time of our arrival, there was a decent amount of people in the restaurant. It wasn’t too packed, but it also wasn’t empty enough to give us an uncomfortable vibe. Light music played in the background, and I felt so at ease. The environment was calm, and I didn’t feel like I had to be too fancy, or too quiet; it was just right.
I didn’t really focus too much on how my parents were feeling because they were simply there for my protection and to pay. Anyway, after we had come to the conclusion of what we wanted to eat, our waiter came back.  He politely asked if we wanted anything to drink. I ordered a water-- very unorthodox for me, but I wasn’t feeling anything sweet. I could see my parents eyeing the bar, but they both settled for some water as well. Then we ordered our food. I got Chicken Teriyaki, Bao Baos, Soy Garlic Chicken, and Pork Fried Dumplings. 
Maybe it was my hunger getting the best of me, but it felt like hours until our food arrived, which was odd because there weren’t more than four tables of people in the restaurant. The food eventually came and I was ready to dive in. Now, I’m no Gordon Ramsey, but the presentation was amazing. The food was plated nicely and it almost made my $30 meal worth it. I ate a little bit of everything at once.
First, I had some of the pork fried dumplings. They had a nice crispiness to them and they were soft on the inside. The pork meat had such a powerful flavor, but in a good way. I can’t exactly find the words to describe the flavor of the dumplings. All I can say is that whatever they put into it was working. I couldn’t get enough. I kept dipping them into the lightly salted soy sauce even though I didn’t think it added to the already delicious flavor.
The soy garlic chicken was probably my least favorite thing I ate there. Initially, it was absolute perfection. The garlic was very faint and not overpowering at all. There wasn’t actually any “soy” it was more of a sweet taste, which was overpowering. Despite this, it still tasted really good. After the first one, I moved on to the second. That’s when my opinion on the chicken took a turn for the worse. The sweetness had become too much and the garlic suddenly wasn’t so faint. It was as if they were both competing with each other. Their oh-so-drastic flavors didn’t mesh anymore. It tasted like I poured a pound of sugar in my mouth then decided to eat raw garlic. To make matters worse, the chicken started tasting a little odd. It didn’t have the same freshness the first piece had. It almost gave me the sense that it was frozen chicken that they had deep fried and slapped some of the sugar garlic, I mean soy garlic sauce, on there. 
The chicken teriyaki tasted like traditional chicken teriyaki. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to discredit the flavor, because it was really good, but it didn’t exceed my expectations. I can’t dock points for the portion size because I only chose the four piece. But the pieces were relatively large so it felt like I had way more. 
Finally, the Bao Baos. These, other than the dumplings, were the best thing that I ever had in my life. The bread was so fluffy it was like an explosion of clouds in my mouth--or more realistically--it felt like what cotton candy looks like, but it didn’t quite melt the same way. The Bao Baos were the only portion that I could see being an issue if you eat a lot or like getting your money’s worth because they only give you three. However, I would like to point out that they were incredibly filling, as I ended up eating one of them and was full. 
Overall, I would recommend going to Ginger Exchange in Symphony. The food was tasty, the people were friendly, and the inside environment made up for the outside’s shabby appearance.
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The first time I met Sally I was a 4-and-a-half-year-old immigrant who did not speak English. She was my babysitter and despite my origin, she was always persistent and demanding because she only wanted the best from me. Usually when she is babysitting she is the most unique person out of the crowd, even though she is swarmed by kids, dogs, teenagers and babies. She has dark sandy hair, multicolored clothes, zany glasses, different colored stockings usually matched with strange wooly socks and finally a nice pair of clogs. Her personality is so unique that even she makes fun of herself, thus her many nicknames, such as the Wicked Witch of the West, from the Wizard of Oz or Barbie.
This unique lifestyle she holds is full of humor, strictness and also something easy to love. She is charismatic and alongside her regular jobs as a fundraiser, caterer and neighborhood babysitter she is also a teacher and a very good one at that. She taught me a lot, like how to spell and use grammar, proper mannerisms, and the power of good old negotiation. In total, Sally was the real deal. Her motto is, “You can always wear a suit and tie but you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”
A story that I find funny with Sally happened when I was little, maybe seven or eight. It was after wine time, meaning she had already had her glass of dark red wine, and she was relaxed but that not sedated.
I was sitting down waiting for the food to be ready. Sally and I were talking about trains. When I was talking I hadn’t realized that my elbows were on the table and also didn’t know that it was rude.
She told me once sternly, “Daniel, don’t put your elbows on my table.” 
I thought it was funny and did it again and again, thinking no disciplinary action was going to happen. Who disciplines people for putting their elbows on the table in the 21st century? All I can tell you is that Sally does.
She told me, “If you do that again, I will throw your food out the window.” 
I laughed and did it again thinking little of it.Then almost like the north wind with the gust of her hand, she grabbed the plate, opened the window and threw the plate out, almost like she had done this to kids many times. 
Then she defiantly said, “And you thought Sally was playing.” 
To me it was a catastrophe because who is crazy enough to do this? What happens if the plate hit someone? That is just what I asked.  
Unexpectedly, she said comically, “Then my mission is accomplished. You learned not to put your elbows on the table and the person outside who got hit knows not to cross in front of Sally’s house again.” 
If you go outside in the North End and you ask someone who has grown up there, there is a high chance that they know Sally. Looking at how locals treat her is like watching how people treat grasshopper in “A Bugs Life.” She does eccentric things a lot and everyone turns their heads because no one doubts the ways of the good old Witch of the West.
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