Scot Hafer Mrs. Rue 10-8-15 Good citizen essay Understanding and Adapting People can't always get what they wants. No one can ever always get what they one in this world. Just like a society won't be able to get perfect expectations out of the people in it. A good citizen is a person who fights for racial equality and has respect for a persons culture or beliefs by giving people a place in society or by giving other races a chance in a society because if one person in a society didn't obey the law or let other races be equal to each other; then they would set bad examples to other citizens, and some people in that society might follow which would give the lawmakers and people who…
Many Dominicans work for some type of factory. Dominican Republic is home to many sugar mills and tobacco workshops. It is also the oldest European settlement. The country had to be re-constructed in 1930 due to a hurricane. The Dominican Republic is considered the breadbasket of the Caribbean because it grows, farms and…
It has taken me quite a while to decide upon a major, but when I started looking into nursing, it was like everything just clicked. There have been many factors that led to this decision. The biggest one of all is my mother’s last pregnancy. Towards the end of her third trimester, she started having difficulties especially with her blood pressure. I remember being with her in the hospital and watching as a doctor and a couple of nurses fluttered in and out of her room.…
I hate Christmas because nothing is phenomenal. I am not being facetious. I assume that Santa was busy and remiss when he forgot to give me a Christmas gift. Every time I saw other children play with their new toys by looking through the translucent window, I consternated about Christmas, and felt disconsolate. It is a paradox that a rich country should be so many poor people.…
Telling my mother that I am a lesbian was the biggest accomplishment I ever did. When I was a kid, she would always scold me for acting boyish and playing with boy's toys. I had my first crush when I was in third grade. I could not tell anyone because I had a crush on a girl. For most of my life I had been a closed book.…
Zach, the Manager of the Ridgedale Dairy Queen, was my first boss. He’s the kind of guy that I would avoid eye contact with if I were walking across campus alone, over 6 feet, burly, and with big, curly hair and beard. Besides being physically intimidating, he’s loud, he’s opinionated, the very first day he asked me, “So, Maren, what are your politics?” which, unsurprisingly took me, a mousy Minnesota native, aback. I took my time and answered, he looked at me for a moment before spitting out a long response, but the brief surprise that crossed his face as thought out opinions came out of my plump, female, rosy haired and cheeked self didn’t evade me.…
I interviewed a mom who I will call KG. KG has a daughter that is approximately 16 months old who I will refer to as RG. RG has not always attended a daycare center. The first six months after she was born KG was a stay at home mom to her daughter. KG was going to school for education during that time and when she finished and decided to look for a job is when RG began going to this daycare center where KG is a teacher.…
Growing up my mother and I had a very difficult relationship, it was a very difficult time in my life. We went through a lot of fights, name calling, hurtful words, wishing each other ill and pain. Growing up my mother used to verbally abuse me by calling me all kinds of names, criticized the way I looked and parts of my body. I was either too fat or too skinny but I was never good enough for her.…
One of my favorite memories was when I got my first job. 3 years ago I got a job on I work for myself mowing and shoveling drive ways. Still to this day I am doing it there are sometimes I don’t make anything and other times I do it just depends on the day. I still mow peoples yards and shovel driveways I even recently added raking leafs but I have not done too much of that.…
When I first learned of this assignment my first thought was to interview my mom. She is the one person in my life I am closest to. Since we are only twenty three years apart, I thought it would be best to focus on her life up to the point where she decided to have kids. Though I knew most of what she told me it was still nice to just sit and talk about her life experiences. My mother was born to older parents and was the youngest of three children.…
On Christmas day of 2013 I remember sitting on a dirty cold bench at the Women's Correctional Center in San Mateo. I was waiting to see my mother behind a steel glass window of only an hour. My mom being incarcerated a countless number of times opened my eyes to a future that I don’t want. I remember going to her court date, I missed school for it. I sat with my dad behind the stands waiting for my mother's turn.…
Lugar maravilloso-Wonderful place. Dominican republic culture brings great intersest to expecially because I’ve never been there. My grandfather was born in Dominican a was raised in New York by his granparents. I was raised speaking fluent Spanish and eating a lot of Spanish food. I moved from a private school to a public school,and over time I lost the ability to speak Spanish.…
My mother and I did not share a typical mother/daughter relationship. There was a time when we would not even speak and years would pass before I would even see her again. However, I would always see her when I looked into the mirror, since I looked just like her. I would hear her laugh because our laughs were identical, and small details we shared would remind me of the relationship I was missing, the relationship I felt everyone took advantage of. During my senior year all hope of a possible reconciliation would be lost.…
I shift under the covers,alone,in eerie silence. I clutch my elbows,looking back at the darkness. He was there when my mother died;and even then,I could hear my mom's cries from the coffin. Suddenly,everything falled down,inch by inch.…
My first job was, of course, in retail. I assumed it would be a great job, considering I love people. However, after working in retail for a year I have a better insight of how people can be. I didn’t think much of people who worked in customer service. It only took a few customers, treating me, as well as my coworkers like scum for me to change my view.…