COME SEE US AT WEST END MALL JULY 18!

Wish List

Printing and Photocopying:

• Business cards, Brochures, forms, flyers
• Instructional and other materials

Postage/Mailing:

• Mailing/distribution costs for S.T.A.R.S
• Mailing costs for direct mail marketing

Workshop Needs:

• Space to conduct workshops equipped with computers
• Pens, pencils, journal writing pads

Supplies:

• Envelopes (9x13)
• No. 10 Envelopes (4-1/8 x 9-1/2)
• Large padded envelopes
• Labels (Avery No. 5164)
• Expanding folders (letter and legal size)
• Recycled letter and legal size paper for laser printing (white and colors)
• Bond paper
• HP Toner (HP 8610) for HP 4 laser printer
• Printing cartridges for HP 4610 color printer
• DVD disks (100 MB) and High Density disks
• CD-RW disks
• Printing cartridges for HP fax machine.
• Compositions Books

Equipment:

·         Compact Xerox machine

·         HP 8100 PostScript Printer

·         Projector

·         10 Computers

·         Tables & Chairs

·        Generators

·        Office Desks

·         Scanner

·        Computer Desks

·        100 Chairs

·        Mirrors

·         Track light

·         Table

Miscellaneous

• Step Team Uniform, Shoes and T-shirts
• Basketballs, Football
• Cotton Candy Machine
• Small Pop Corn Machine
• Snow Corn Machine
• SD Camera Card
• Canopies and Tents
• Reading Books (for school age youth)
• Bus tokens and metro cards
• Toys, Books and Games (in good condition)
• Can goods (non-perishable item)
• Pool Table
• Pin ball table
• School supplies
• Vans (16 passenger vehicles)
• Storage Place
• McDonald’s or Burger King coupons
• Awards and Certificates
• Money award
• Filing cabinet that locks to store confidential files
• Youth’s (schools supplies)

STARS

S.T.A.R.S MODEL CASTING CALL!

THE S.T.A.R.S MODEL CASTING CALL!

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Are YOU SERIOUS about becoming a 

PROFESSIONAL MODEL?

​Have You GOT WHAT IT TAKES to be signed to a 

MAJOR MODEL & TALENT AGENCY?​

Don't get me wrong!

It's a HARD LIFE being a PROFESSIONAL MODEL

and the COMPETITION IS TOUGH!

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You​ face set-backs, disappointment and rejection on a daily basis!

HOWEVER, if you have the 

DRIVE, DETERMINATION & RESILIENCE 

to SUCCEED in the modeling industry then 

WE WOULD LIKE TO MEET YOU!

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SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS TOO!

Sunday, June 18, 2016 

2.00pm - 6.00pm

1581 Phoenix Blvd

Atlanta, GA 30349

Age:

Junior Division: 6-10 years

Young Division: 11-16 years

Senior Division: 17-30 years

Males & Female Models

Beginners Welcomed!

No Size Restriction

PLEASE NOTE: All Models 18 years and under will be required to obtain permission and consent from parent/guardian and need to be accompanied by said parent. 

Casting Fee: 

Just $25 in advance which include head shoot and measurement.  

WHY WE LABLE TEENS

                          WE LABLE TEENS 

A lot of people think that teens are up to no good?

They called us slackers, disrespectful and selfish.

They think we’re juvenile delinquents!

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE LABLE AS?

THE Choice IS YOUR? 

LOSING NINETEEN

LOSING NINETEEN

BY JUDGE LYNN C.  TOLER

I lost Nineteen again today.  Abandoning himself to that wasteland we offhandedly call ‘the system’, he just walked away – casually  – like it was no big deal.  Some claim I shouldn’t say I lost him, though, considering what I do.  While I am a Black woman, I am also the person appointed to balance the books, which means, that, on this particular day, I am the one sending Nineteen to jail.

I am a judge in an inner-ring suburb, a place where middle-class stability stands in the shadow of urban distractions.  Here, Black, male and Nineteen is required to face the same dilemma every day; “Do I work and wait like momma said, or join the party down the street?”  Forced to choose before the calm sets in, Nineteen picks the wrong one.  Next thing you know, he’s standing before me, wondering what all the fuss is about.

It’s important to know that I am a municipal judge. Handling minor matters, I deal with assault, drug possession and carrying a concealed weapon charges.  Unfortunately, the size of the cases I see occasionally confuses Nineteen.  He views his mistake as a little thing that doesn’t warrant much concern.  I, on the other hand, see it as a small down payment on an incredible cultural cost.  “What’s with making me look for a job?” he asks.  “Why do I have to go back to school in order to stay out of jail?”  I’m fighting to keep the boy from becoming a statistic, and he doesn’t even care. So I plead, not for Nineteen to obey the law, but for him to do right by me.

“You owe every Black woman who cares for you an obligation you won’t be able to repay if you’re working off some ill-gotten debt to a society you don’t owe,’ I tell him. Some listen.  Most don’t.  My successes are few; I decide to give up at least once a week.  But I keep pressing because I don’t want to leave stranded the few I do manage to help. Those wins notwithstanding, my frustrations remain.

Just yesterday, one asked me to stop bothering him.  “You’re not my mother,” he said. “Why are you messing with me?  Just let me do my time.” Lots of them, in fact, ask me to leave them alone.  They tell me, “It ain’t no thing.”  But, more often than not, the phrase that I hear is the chilling “I can jail.”

Of course, I know I only see the problems.  Nineteen represents himself, well, in large numbers everywhere.  I have seven I claim outright, you know – not currently Nineteen – but Black and male.  One I married; four came with him, and two I produced on my own.  The older ones have already been Nineteen.  They’ve had their troubles, but they’re all okay now.  The ones I made myself, however, are still young; they have a lot to learn.

Living well in a world that does not always see your clearly is a difficult thing to do.  My boys must be able to ignore those who ridicule their efforts to do well in school while remaining strong even among those who find that strength intimidating.  Tough lessons, these, but they must learn them if they are going to do Nineteen the right way.  I don’t want them standing before some judge who may see them as a statistic.  If they mess around and get before the wrong guy, then where will they be?

 Jail, of course, is the answer to that question.  The very same place that I wound up sending Nineteen today.  Frustrated because I can’t fix the world, and Nineteen won’t let me help him live better in it, I shake my head, but must move on.  I have thirty more cases to hear.

“To jail or not to jail?” that is the question.  How hard am I supposed to try without his help? Doesn’t he see how so much of the harm he causes lands right in some sister’s lap? That is why I told Nineteen he owed me. “Consider the sisters in your life,” I say.  “It isn’t always about you”.  Then I remind him that, whether or not he understands it, when you jail, we do to.