Assignment #10: Bullying

In my life I've seen a lot of bullying but not really experienced it. I've always been the type of girl that stands up for herself no matter what. At this moment I can't think of a moment when I've been bullied. When I was in middle school i was scared to get bullied but I nevered experienced getting bullied. I would always see other people get bullied in the worst ways. Most of the bullying was because of peer-pressure. I would always just look at them and feel sorry because they would get beat. 

Sometimes my friends would get bullied but i always use to stand up for them and ask them why they didn't stand up for themselves. They would alwasy say that they were scared something worse would happen to them. When they would say that I would always look at them and laugh because it was middle school. I guess they didn't know that when they got to high school they really had to fear. They would always ask me why no one really messed with me, and my answer was, "because I'm not scared."

I guess fear was what attracked the bullies. No one really knew how to give attitude back when they knew they were right. At points I guess even teachers can bully when they're not fair. At a point teachers tried to bully me telling me that if i didn't do this they would give me a referral, or if I didn't do that they were going to send me to the office. Me being me obviuosly I was not going to let that happen. I know sometimes I was wrong for talking back to a teacher, but at the sametime they were wrong for threathening for a wrong reason. I would always stand up for myself, especialy if I knew I was right. 

I think that i have bullied. I believe me standing up for myself sometimes looked like i was bullying, but that not the main way. I've bullied and still bully my little siblings sometimes. I know its wrong to do that but i mean everyone does it at a point in life.                                           

Assigntment #9:Allien Contact

As the day arrived we waited patiently. As we saw them decent from the sky to our earth grounds, we showed fear. When I first saw them I thought to myself, “How are they really?” the setting was like if we were getting ready for war, our people on one side and them on the other. For a good while we stared at each other just waiting to see who was going to be the first to interact with them. As we all looked around, a small little boy steps forward, as one of theirs did too.

The little children all stepped forward and started interacting. As we let them be for a goo while, we all step forward and just looked at each other closely. I got the opportunity to interact with a young girl. I say girl because to me she didn’t look like the aliens every one draws and things like that, she looks like a human young lady.

Everyone was just starring at each other with confusion. When the “aliens” would look at us they looked kind of curious. A few minutes later the “aliens” started touching our faces, and speaking among themselves. All of the people that were there just looked around saying, “What are they saying?” At that point some of them started speaking our languages. We were all very surprised.

As they told us that not many spoke our language, but they were learning. As some got along with others we started to get along better. We were in the same spot for a while just observing each other, seeing each other’s every move and everything. It was just so amazing to see them look like humans, knowing them came from another planet.

Each of us had now made friends with the other side and started to come across fun things to do. Everyone went their own way with their new friends. Some people even stayed at other people house. I remember have a family in my house. It was like the dad, mom, older son, younger son, and a younger daughter y todo.

They were a family like my family. I got along with all their kids and we would go everywhere together. The oldest was about 21 years old, and he hung around my big brother. The other two were 18 and 14, they hung around me. They would go to school with me and yeah. They were very nice “aliens”, like they were very nice. The teenage aliens wouldn’t argue with each other and they would only apologize to each other if they disagreed or they would just simply not say anything and change conversation. To me they were like perfect humans because they were very, very patient.

Days would pass by and still I would observe them very closely .

ASSIGNMENT 7: My-Self Value

The Value

Be yourself because being you is having value. Everything in this world has a value, but if you don’t be yourself you don’t have a high value because you’re trying to be like someone else and not yourself. The value we each have is as much as we make it. If we give ourselves a low value everyone else might not give us that value.

Sometimes people try to act something they’re not. For example: some girls’ say that they cant they’re not girl girls, but at times they say they can’t live without make-up. Come on, if you’re not a girly girl you shouldn’t care how you look. If you want everyone to know the real value you have to show the real you.

There’s a young lady I know. This young lady is so real with everyone. She’s a beautiful young lady; she looks beautiful with and without make up. I think it’s so funny, cute and real that she’s the type of girl who doesn’t care how she looks, especially for school. She always asks herself why girls wear their very best to school. One day she comes to school drop dead gorgeous (but not in her very best, and the other she comes in like whatever. Everyone always ask her why she’s like that. Her answer never changes, its always,” Because this is the way I really am.”

Why can’t we all be who we really are? I know some worry to much about who’s going to like them and all that, but if someone likes you its better that they like you for who you are for real thank how you are when you trying to be something or someone your really not.

Everyone judges everyone; it’s the way life is. If you give yourself a high value maybe other wont, but to be honest it shouldn’t matter what value others give you. You know what you’re really worth and that’s all that matters. Never let anyone bring you down and let them make you believe that you’re worth less. People make mistakes and fall but when you fall, make sure to get right back up and dust your shoulders before you move on. When you dust your shoulders your value builds up ten times more thank it was before.

Everything in this world has a value and everyone puts they’re own value. Some things are so simple at a store and the value they give it is a lot. That’s how humans are; sometimes a person is worth more than what we value them.

Sometimes the more it cost isn’t better in material stuff, but in people the more the better. No matter what, good or bad always appreciate everything about you. Sometimes we might think something on ourselves isn’t worth nothing but we might no be able to see what others end up seeing.

Always remember to be yourself and not just be yourself, be the best that you can be. Never let anyone bring you down.

Culture Underpinning of Literature

Everything in life always has to do with culture, race, politics, or religion. You might think we don’t have problems involving culture, race, and religion, but we do. This country has a war, a war within. The United States is known to be the country of freedom, but what freedom do they give when their fighting against the word of freedom. We have governs fighting to kick Mexicans out of this country, we have a priest trying to prevent Islamic get away with practicing there religion, and finally we have different races and cultures not get along with one another.

I still don’t understand why they still have “The New Colossus” poem apply to the Statue of Liberty. The Statue of Liberty is like the symbol of “freedom”, but is it really the symbol of “freedom?” Look at what this poem says and analyze it.

The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus, 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

the air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Does this poem still apply to this country? From what I see it doesn’t not no more. Lets go back to the last quote, where it says "Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This particular part of the poem does no longer apply to the meaning and purpose of this country. This is proven because look at what they governor of Arizona has accomplished. If you might just look Mexican a cop can stop you and ask you for your legal documents (papers). She wants all Mexicans out of the United States. That poem tells us that if they want better life to come to America, but what for, all they do is kick them right back to México. This is proving the meaning of this country is false. This situation also brings racism.

I turn my head everyway, and there’s racism everywhere. The reasons aren’t good enough in my point of view to be taking smack. In a way everyone is the same and the history is alive. I don’t understand why they difference us by color. There’s nothing wrong with being darker than others

Not so long ago they had done a survey asking kindergarteners a few questions. They would ask kids all across the country who are the smartest people? All the kids even the colored kids would point at the white person. Then they asked them who the bad people are? All of them, even the colored kids would point at the African American person. This proves that even little 5 year old kids experience the differ or race. I really don’t see why everyone can’t get along with everyone else. A lot of people follow their politics and lots of politics are very racist. Somehow everyone has a little bit of racism in them. Sometimes racism starts because of culture and religion. Many people are from different cultures and they follow and practice the religion their culture revolves around.

Many think just because I’m Mexican I practice the Catholic religion, but I don’t. I’m LSD (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) also known Mormon. So just because you’re a certain culture does not mean you have to be a certain religion.

Culture is a beautiful thing to learn about, because everyone’s culture is different and you can learn so much more about life. But culture also can start fights between different races because everyone believes in something different. Sometimes people don’t do it on purpose, but they still end up doing it. Everything is mostly said in jokes. First about race and with race they move on to religion.

How can someone be talking crap about someone else religion? They think that everyone in a certain religion are the same.

Haiku

You believe that they’re punks but do you know how bad they might be hurting.

Listen to the trouble all they desire is patience and attention.

Maybe love or just a friend who knows, they might even just need wings to fly.

The Book I'm Reading

The book I've reading is Career Coach Managing Your Career in the Music Industry by Shelly Field.

MY SHOW AND TELL

A speaker? Its not the speaker its the sound and melodies that come out of a speaker. To me my headset is important for many reasons. Music is my life and I can say I can't live without. it. My headset goes with e everywhere I go even if I go to party. Music is they way of life I choose. When im down music is the one thing that can uplift me. I rememeber when i was younger a simple bear would be important to me, but now that im older and know what i want to do for my life I realize whats really important to me, and that music. I remember when i was like 8 years old i would carry my cd player with me everwhere, but now that technology grow i carry my MP3 everywhere. My mp3 is so important to me because everday a new problem in life shows up and and music helps me feel more relaxed and helps me think about what i can do about it. Alot of people might say their car opr there computer is important to them, but to me is my mp3 because its part of me, my lifestyle, and my world. Music helps me consintrate and not only that but it helps me see the world differently. It's so funny how music and my mp3 is so important for because its such a dumb thing. People always say, "The bigger the better" and for me its not because how such a small thing can make me so happy like a little girl with her dolls.