The Streets

5. The news piece on the Aboriginal movement Idle No More (INM) by Chris Dart draws attention to the sudden explosion of support the movement gained a few years ago in its onset during a protest at Yonge and Dundas square. Although, the movements roots are based in fighting for aboriginal rights, the INM leaders realized that it is essential to engage Canadians outside the movement in order to achieve broader success. The news piece exposes that the environmental aspect within the INM movement…

Then, all of a sudden, I heard the roar of a car engine. A car was racing down a nearby street and then the screech car tires echoed throughout the town. “That was close, probably on the main street parallel to me”, I thought. The squeal of sliding tires kept on going and going, for what seemed like a lifetime. Then, I heard the car crash and followed by only the eerie sound of crickets in the night. Still in work mode from a long day on the job, I decided to go check it out. Driving to the…

conversation..I didn’t expect him to actually understand at all, but I also didn’t expect him to be completely ignorant about it either. “Cherry, look what’s coming,” Marcia quickly addressed. I watched the blue Mustang as it was coming down the street.…

a sense of peacefulness. But not on this night. The lights gleamed with a tinge of red, the cobblestone streets which I've walked down since I was just a child had a cold and unwelcoming look to them. Tonight is different. Everything is different. Like a dark, suffocating cloak had been draped over the town. What is happening here? And why the fuck did I come back? As I walked down the street I counted each and every stone, just as I used to, observing the renovated but still oddly familiar…

though the family becomes destitute because of the storm they rise up because of a good harvest afterward. The second way challenges interfere with the people’s poverty is when Kenny gets frustrated with them. For example, “Do not the sick die in the streets because there is no hospital for them?” (Markandaya 46) The people have no hope when it comes to getting sick because there is no place for them to go for they are too…

is an inspiring book about three young men rising from the streets and fulfilling a dream to become doctors. Their experiences and emotions educate teachers about the daily struggles students face, while also helping teachers comprehend Standards Two and Three of the New Jersey Professional Standards for Teachers. This is especially true when considering the three young men’s assets and liabilities that contributed to their learning, such as such as their individual experiences, family, and…

“home” was for my siblings and me an abuse-laden place where torture and rape were commonplace. The cruelty was rampant for my immediate family, their friends, and my aunts, uncles and grandparents. The safest place for me was out on the streets. As I wandered the streets, I met many kind and helpful people. However, some of the strangers did not have benevolent hearts and I was kidnapped twice. During my childhood and early adulthood my physical body was repeatedly beaten and broken down; but I…

Gender inequality is something women have always struggled with due to the domination from their male counterparts, however, women are not the only ones affected by this. Taking the workforce of a city as an example, women are indeed deprived of the freedom and opportunities that are given to men in terms of choice of career and salary, however this in turn also affects the city as a whole. Helen Potrebenko’s Taxi! gives many examples of such situations, and in my paper I will prove that…

The Stalking Dead I was running away from the strange man who kept following me. Everywhere I went he was there. I was trying to escape him, but every turn, corner, or street, he was there. He kept telling me “it’s time just accept it.” As I was running away, he kept stopping in front of me. I was starting to freak out, but kept telling myself “stay calm” but that didn’t work. When I got to my house, there he was sitting on my doorstep. Also next to him there was an hourglass tipped over.…

Driving through Austin, it is almost commonplace to see people standing on the side of the street requesting food and items to get them through their day. These are the people we see with dirty clothes, a backpack, and cardboard signs requesting help. It is rather depressing to see so many desperate people wandering our city without places to call home. I thought I knew how hard their lives were. However, I had never had a conversation with them. Nor did I truly know what went on in their daily…