Saturday, February 09, 2008
Teens Cause Death of Seven Year Old
I feel that the girls should definitely be charged as adults. It was a stupid, immature, and outrageous thing to do. In what scenario did it make sense or is it okay to drop kick seven year old. I also think that some games are too violent and they cause teens to think that fighting is okay and fun. These games mess with the minds of normal people and cause them to begin to believe that fighting is just fro fun and nothing bad can come from it. They think it is just for a good time.
Super Powers
If I could have one super power it would be the power to read peoples minds. I would like to now what they were thinking, and be able to see everyone's views on the world around us. Plus if someone was keeping a secret from me I would eventually and probably very easily find out. And if I was takign a test I could read my teachers mind as well as the students areound me, I wouldn't need to study!!Life would be sweet, but I might hear some things that I would not want to. Such as people talking about other people or having mean thoughts. But perhaps even knowing these things could be helpful.
Abortion
I believe that abortion is murder. Every child has the right to experience life, and no human should be able to determine if another should live or die. People are not God, and therefore they do not have the right to make this decision. If a person is having sex than they need to consider the outcomes first. I have no respect for people who have sex and then get pregnant and do not take responsibility for there actions. I know so me people will read this and think, but what if the woman is raped? Well, honestly though she did not make the desicion to have sex I still do not think that they should take away a life. It may not be what they wanted, but there is always adoption if they do not want to raise the the child. Overall like I said in the beginning I am completely against abortion.
Gardasil
Gardasil is a vaccine that helps make a woman immune to HPV. It protects against four types of the virus, two of which account for 70% of cervical cancer. When I first heard about this vaccine I thought that it was pointless for a girl of my age to get the vaccine because it can only be transmitted by sexual contact and I can get till I am 26. However, two nights ago I went to a bioethics meeting on HPV and I learned some new things that have changed my opinion. Though many religions and parents feel the way that I previously felt, that it would mean that it would be okay for teens to have sex, I now understand that this is not the case. Statistics show that most teenagers mainly will not have sex because they do not want a baby. Fear of STDs were low on the list. Also to address the age issue, though it may seem drastic to recommend the vaccine to 12 year olds, it makes perfect sense. Getting at that age allows enough time for the vaccine to instill nad immunity in the person. So now with this information I am more open to recieving the vaccine and wil most likely ask for it.
Propoganda
My grandmother has always told me a story about when she was little and how a nun told her this saying. I think it is very true about many people's lives. People often make excuses to fall back on when they don't want to do something. Or a person may tend to lean on a certain person to much, what they cannot stand on their own two feet.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Friends???
You are like a fragile toy
waiting to be broken.
A voice longing to be heard,
but no words are spoken.
You look for the end,
but the road keeps on going.
It is always your heart that ends up broken.
Searching for help in a friend unspoken.
You go back
even though she keeps treating you like crap.
You would love to leave,
but something is holding you back.
waiting to be broken.
A voice longing to be heard,
but no words are spoken.
You look for the end,
but the road keeps on going.
It is always your heart that ends up broken.
Searching for help in a friend unspoken.
You go back
even though she keeps treating you like crap.
You would love to leave,
but something is holding you back.
Solo
As I sit here alone in my empty apartment, with my knees squished against my chest, I have flashbacks. I remember what it felt like to have my freedom completely taken away. Now however, for once in a long time, I feel free. The chains and bars have been remove, along with the ring. Along with this freedom come many raging emotions. Feelings of disappointment and joy all fill my stomach. Yet, as I explore my new single life, I can’t help but see my past.
Sitting up with my knees against my chest, looking at the door as I hear him thrashing through the living room, I tell myself that this is the last time. He makes his way to the bedroom door, and I can hear him yelling at me for getting home late from work and not making dinner on time. Finally he bursts into the room and I curl myself into a ball to try and block out the madness, but unfortunately I am unable to do so.
“Who the ***** do you think you are? Obviously not a wife!” he says.
“It was one mistake, Jack, I am so sorry.”
“Yeah well it better not happen again, and to make sure you don’t I am going to lock you in this room for two days. Maybe that’ll show you who is boss.” And with that he walked out the door and locked it.
I watch the door close and then I hop onto the bed and put my head in my hands and start to cry. Crying for love, for safety, and ultimately for freedom. Hopefully God will hear my plea for help because I know I do not have the strength to get out on my own. Thinking that after these two days of seclusion all this will be resolved, and that life will get better, I fall asleep.
One month later and nothing has changed. This time I sit on the couch as I watch him drink and drink. In a few minutes he will be rip roaring drunk and ready to fight. Wishing to be anywhere but in my own home, visions of my childhood rush back to me. I want to go back there into the depths of my memory and warn the girl in pigtails I see in front of me. Halfway through my reminiscing I feel a blow to my head and I can hear a man’s voice booming, and I am thrown back into reality. As I fall flat onto the couch I can tell he wants something more. He wants to take advantage of me.
“Jack don’t do this.” I try to tell him calmly because I know if I yell he will become angrier.
“Don’t deny your husband Lily…just try and make me happy.”
Though I do not want to, I can tell if I don’t something worse will ensue. I try very smoothly to get out from under him, but it seems like he is practically dead weight. Maybe he blacked out, now if I can just get out from under him I could grab the keys and leave. Quietly and quickly I come out from under him, lay him on his side because I don’t want him to die, and I grab my purse and run outside. Once outside I realize I have nowhere to go. No one wants to deal with the mess of a person I have become. After all, as Jack is always telling me no one wants me so I might as well stay with him. So I go inside and relish in the freedom I almost tasted.
The next three months I cry myself to sleep every night, and think about what I can do to better my life. Jack never notices because he is always drunk. I try to look on the bright side of things; however, it has been hard to find one. After a few weeks of thinking it over I have decided that it would be best if I just stayed in the relationship and obeyed Jack. Tonight I find it especially hard to do so. He’s already had a hard day at work and now I fear he may take it out on me. Trying to diffuse his anger I make him is favorite dinner, steak and potatoes, but this is a fruitless effort. Finally as expected, he begins to yell at me for God knows what reason. This has become norm for me, but tonight something feels very different.
All of a sudden, his face is in my face and then his hands are on my face shaking me. I release myself from his grip and try to run, but he hits me to the ground and I fall like a deck of cards. Then, as a lay on the ground crying out for mercy, he begins to kick me. Though our fights have always been bad, I have never felt this much pain before.
I cry out to him, “Jack stop it! You’re hurting me!”
“ This is what you deserve you piece of ****! I am going to make you hurt till I scare the independence right out of you!”
My body begins to shake as he hits me harder and harder, and I cover my face so he cannot see the fear in my eyes. Next thing I know I see him coming in to hit my face, but as I peek out through my fingers I decide to fight back. Right before his knuckles and my face collide I sideswipe his feet as hard as I can. He falls to the floor, and as he does he hits his head on the corner of the coffee table. With him knocked out on the floor I run and grab my keys and jump in my car. Before I realize the magnitude of what I have done I am driving down the road feeling freedom hit my face like the wind.
As I drive and drive not knowing where to turn, I wonder whether this was all a mistake. But then, I get a feeling in my gut that says everything is going to be all right. And I wonder why I stayed all this time when getting out would have been easy. It was fear. Not really fear of him but of life alone. This feeling had kept me from protecting my life and from finding a better one for all this time. Now, however, I have left it behind with my wedding pictures.
Sitting here on the floor I recall my past like a vivid nightmare. Though alone, I do not feel afraid at all. My life starts right now with this moment and no one is here to hold me back. Freedom swells within me and I move on solo.
Note From Laura
I wrote this story with no previous experiences like this. I had always seen specials on TV about abuse, and when I got the chance to write a short story I thought this would be an interesting topic. I hope I represented the situation well, and I hope that this story will at least be interesting to its readers.
Sitting up with my knees against my chest, looking at the door as I hear him thrashing through the living room, I tell myself that this is the last time. He makes his way to the bedroom door, and I can hear him yelling at me for getting home late from work and not making dinner on time. Finally he bursts into the room and I curl myself into a ball to try and block out the madness, but unfortunately I am unable to do so.
“Who the ***** do you think you are? Obviously not a wife!” he says.
“It was one mistake, Jack, I am so sorry.”
“Yeah well it better not happen again, and to make sure you don’t I am going to lock you in this room for two days. Maybe that’ll show you who is boss.” And with that he walked out the door and locked it.
I watch the door close and then I hop onto the bed and put my head in my hands and start to cry. Crying for love, for safety, and ultimately for freedom. Hopefully God will hear my plea for help because I know I do not have the strength to get out on my own. Thinking that after these two days of seclusion all this will be resolved, and that life will get better, I fall asleep.
One month later and nothing has changed. This time I sit on the couch as I watch him drink and drink. In a few minutes he will be rip roaring drunk and ready to fight. Wishing to be anywhere but in my own home, visions of my childhood rush back to me. I want to go back there into the depths of my memory and warn the girl in pigtails I see in front of me. Halfway through my reminiscing I feel a blow to my head and I can hear a man’s voice booming, and I am thrown back into reality. As I fall flat onto the couch I can tell he wants something more. He wants to take advantage of me.
“Jack don’t do this.” I try to tell him calmly because I know if I yell he will become angrier.
“Don’t deny your husband Lily…just try and make me happy.”
Though I do not want to, I can tell if I don’t something worse will ensue. I try very smoothly to get out from under him, but it seems like he is practically dead weight. Maybe he blacked out, now if I can just get out from under him I could grab the keys and leave. Quietly and quickly I come out from under him, lay him on his side because I don’t want him to die, and I grab my purse and run outside. Once outside I realize I have nowhere to go. No one wants to deal with the mess of a person I have become. After all, as Jack is always telling me no one wants me so I might as well stay with him. So I go inside and relish in the freedom I almost tasted.
The next three months I cry myself to sleep every night, and think about what I can do to better my life. Jack never notices because he is always drunk. I try to look on the bright side of things; however, it has been hard to find one. After a few weeks of thinking it over I have decided that it would be best if I just stayed in the relationship and obeyed Jack. Tonight I find it especially hard to do so. He’s already had a hard day at work and now I fear he may take it out on me. Trying to diffuse his anger I make him is favorite dinner, steak and potatoes, but this is a fruitless effort. Finally as expected, he begins to yell at me for God knows what reason. This has become norm for me, but tonight something feels very different.
All of a sudden, his face is in my face and then his hands are on my face shaking me. I release myself from his grip and try to run, but he hits me to the ground and I fall like a deck of cards. Then, as a lay on the ground crying out for mercy, he begins to kick me. Though our fights have always been bad, I have never felt this much pain before.
I cry out to him, “Jack stop it! You’re hurting me!”
“ This is what you deserve you piece of ****! I am going to make you hurt till I scare the independence right out of you!”
My body begins to shake as he hits me harder and harder, and I cover my face so he cannot see the fear in my eyes. Next thing I know I see him coming in to hit my face, but as I peek out through my fingers I decide to fight back. Right before his knuckles and my face collide I sideswipe his feet as hard as I can. He falls to the floor, and as he does he hits his head on the corner of the coffee table. With him knocked out on the floor I run and grab my keys and jump in my car. Before I realize the magnitude of what I have done I am driving down the road feeling freedom hit my face like the wind.
As I drive and drive not knowing where to turn, I wonder whether this was all a mistake. But then, I get a feeling in my gut that says everything is going to be all right. And I wonder why I stayed all this time when getting out would have been easy. It was fear. Not really fear of him but of life alone. This feeling had kept me from protecting my life and from finding a better one for all this time. Now, however, I have left it behind with my wedding pictures.
Sitting here on the floor I recall my past like a vivid nightmare. Though alone, I do not feel afraid at all. My life starts right now with this moment and no one is here to hold me back. Freedom swells within me and I move on solo.
Note From Laura
I wrote this story with no previous experiences like this. I had always seen specials on TV about abuse, and when I got the chance to write a short story I thought this would be an interesting topic. I hope I represented the situation well, and I hope that this story will at least be interesting to its readers.
Animals Fighting as Entertainment
Firstly I want to say that I am completely repulsed by cock and bull fighting, but I do not think that as Americans we have the right to judge. We enslaved people, watched them suffer, and most did not find this wrong. Yet we judge another's culture when they belittle a lesser being in this world. We should not mark a culture off as wrong just because they do not see things the way we do now, we have to consider that many of these countries are developing still. It took us years to figure out that our abuse, and miss-use was horrible. I am Roman Catholic and many of my views sprout from this so therefore I totally feel that any abuse to any living thing is wrong on many levels.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Who?
I see a girl walk towards the door,
She looks like someone I know,
Always looking for something more,
For her life continues outside that door,
Searching for her purpose,
I see her everyday,
Working for her future because that is her way,
Why does she seem so familiar,
Have I met her before,
Everyone around her is looking just at now,
For instant gratification,
For life in the now,
I wish I knew her better,
But in time I am sure I will,
Because indeed this girl is me,
And I look forward still
She looks like someone I know,
Always looking for something more,
For her life continues outside that door,
Searching for her purpose,
I see her everyday,
Working for her future because that is her way,
Why does she seem so familiar,
Have I met her before,
Everyone around her is looking just at now,
For instant gratification,
For life in the now,
I wish I knew her better,
But in time I am sure I will,
Because indeed this girl is me,
And I look forward still
Casinos in Philly
I feel that opening casinos in Philadelphia will have an awful domino affect on the people. First of all casinos will cause the crime rate to sky rocket, far above what we are dealing with right now. This as a result will cause a need for more police, which will mean that the city will need to give 5 million dollars to fund this. Not only will it cause crime, but it will also cause a loss in good jobs. Though they argue that it will give more jobs, in actuality the jobs it will provide will not be able to sustain a family so they are almost worthless. For a city so concerned with the reducing crime and poverty, you would think that more preventative acts would be taken. This is extremely upsetting to me, a Philadelphian who is scared right now without casinos to be at home.
Stop and Frisk
I do not really think the stop and frisk program is a problem, but only if it is used appropriately. I feel that if you have nothing to hide then the idea of being stop and frisked should not be a problem. However I do understand how the program can go beyond what it should be. How do we know that we can trust the police officers to not take advantage of a situation like this?
Another issue with stop and frisk is the fact that it almost seems like racial profiling. This is a very prevalent issue right now that is very hard to deal with. I believe that there is no reason to think that a Black person or a Hispanic person is more likely to have a gun than a White person. This issue hits home with me because my cousin, who does looks Middle Eastern is often stopped at airports and checked. I have had a similar experience too once when I was flying to Florida.
Another issue with stop and frisk is the fact that it almost seems like racial profiling. This is a very prevalent issue right now that is very hard to deal with. I believe that there is no reason to think that a Black person or a Hispanic person is more likely to have a gun than a White person. This issue hits home with me because my cousin, who does looks Middle Eastern is often stopped at airports and checked. I have had a similar experience too once when I was flying to Florida.
Birth Control-Good/Bad
I have mixed opinions on this topic involving my feelings and my reasoning. When immediately confronted with this topic I thought that having birth control available in a middle school is outrageous. However the next second reason started to set in, and I thought what if these kids cannot be persuaded to stay abstinent? Maybe it is best to be safe. Still personally I feel that kids in middle school should not even consider having sex, and that the best form of birth control is abstinence.
Taking the topic in a different direction, most contraceptives are only for female use, where do boys stand? I wonder if they think it is the girl’s job to be responsible, and they can do whatever they want. Personally I feel that some guys think this issue does not affect them, and I wonder if parents who have boys feel the same. Perhaps they think that because they cannot get pregnant the issue does not affect them, and they do not need to worry. I would like to see more from a guys perspective just to get a different point of view.
Taking the topic in a different direction, most contraceptives are only for female use, where do boys stand? I wonder if they think it is the girl’s job to be responsible, and they can do whatever they want. Personally I feel that some guys think this issue does not affect them, and I wonder if parents who have boys feel the same. Perhaps they think that because they cannot get pregnant the issue does not affect them, and they do not need to worry. I would like to see more from a guys perspective just to get a different point of view.
Ten Minutes
If I had ten minutes to save anything in my house in a fire I would first get my cat outside even though I do not really like her. Despite this I would take her because she belonged to my grandpa before he died. Then I would go back in and grab a few books to read because even if I was going to lose everything else at least I would have something to read so I could go somewhere else in my mind. I would also take the cologne that was my great grandfather’s out of the house so I would always have something to remind me of him. Then I would grab my statue of the blessed mother and the picture that we have of Jesus so I can always remind myself that He is there for me. Lastly I would get my iPOD and my pillow. I would take my iPOD because music helps me relax and become clear of mind. The only reason I would grab the pillow would be firstly because I have had it all my life, and also because it has brought me comfort when I was scared or stressed or just tired. And then if I had some time I would grab my backpack because the books inside were so expensive. Overall I would take memories and possessions dear to me.
CALIFORNIA FIRES...hurricane katrina
Even from the title one can understand my view on these to disasters. The responses to Katrina and the California Fires were very different when response time is compared. For me it raises the question if status or wealth had anything to do with it. Those affected by the wild fires had nice homes and money however those affected by Katrina already had enough to focus on without the extra strain of not having a house. Those who needed more help would be ignored? This does not make sense to me. In country where people have so much and therefore so much to give, why could we not give to those in need? I am not saying that the people affected by the fires did not need help. They certainly did. But where were they when the people affected by Katrina needed help? And now in their time of need maybe they can understand how hard it is to lose everything, and maybe next time we will help those around us that have less.
Five Minutes With My Country
If I had the attention of the US of five minutes I would tell them that we need to focus on education. Many of the schools in the US have gone down the drains. When compared to other countries we look awfully stupid.We we are supposed to be a great country with so many opportunities, yet we have kids in middle school who have the reading ability of a third grader. This also comes down to the separation of the rich and poor. Why should people with more money get a better education than those with less? In fact I feel that sometimes those with money do not need or appreciate a good education as much as a kid who has very little would. Also sometimes for a kid who has less, a better education can be much more beneficial to them than a kid who already has their life handed to them on a silver platter.
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