...brothers that lived with their parents in a big house for their first 22 years of their lives. Their names were Peter, a rocker, Jax, a pretty boy who only wanted to party, wear expensive clothes and drive fast cars and Brian, the big, responsible brother. Only Brian went to college to study and get his degree. Brian was the only one to get a good job. Peter just preferred to sing in his heavy metal’s band and Jax preferred to go out to parties, buy designer clothes he couldn’t afford and sleep around. When was the Peter’s Birthday, their parents went to buy a guitar-shaped cake as a surprise. Unfortunately, they were hit by a drunk driver and they died in the car accident. So, the 3 “little” boys decided to sell the house, and with the money they went to a lot of parties and clubs. Two months later they came to the realization that they really needed a house. So, with the money that they still had left over, they went to buy materials to build their own. They decided to build their three new homes in the local village. The village was peaceful with nice neighbors, very quiet with large parks and fountains. The village was perfect, but with one exception…in the forest next to the village lived a local politician who was incredibly greedy and very harsh with the restrictions and taxes. Peter decided to build a cabin, because he was very lazy. The cabin only took him a week to finish it. When Peter finished his cabin, he started to play his electric guitar, to scream and to shake...
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...through the generations, or views they’ve come to by their own thought process. One particular stereotype that I’ve observed being perpetuated in my own family is regarding gender roles. It is generally accepted in my ex- husband’s family that traditional gender roles should be observed (a woman’s place is in the home and that men should be the sole providers for the family etc.) The boys are raised learning to hunt and shoot guns and are strongly encouraged to participate in sporting activities in school. For the most part, young girls are strictly encouraged to participate in “girly” activities and are not encouraged to join sporting teams or do any athletic activity. In fact, my daughter was even discouraged by both her grandfather and her own father from trying out for the soccer team and the rugby team when she was in high school. As archaic and flawed as it may seem, their reasoning is that girls are inferior to boys, in most aspects, particularly when it comes to athletics. I see this thinking as flawed for the very obvious reason that girls are just as bit as capable as boys and...
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...In the Old West there was a very honest man named Mr.Jones. He built a beautiful two story ranch home in the countryside where he raised cattle and grew crops. He shared with the less fortunate by giving them fresh picked vegetables, and occasionally had them work around the ranch . His beautiful wife always worked in the community, teaching the local children and helping the poor. Together they raised four children. They taught their children to know the difference between right and wrong, and showed them great love and guidance. The children grew to be successful themselves and continued as their parents had taught them. They were truly happy people and were very thankful. In a nearby town there was a young boy that did not have love or...
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...more than they are. Teenagers; Lazy, stupid, un-devoted, risk taking, disrespectful, selfish, immature, technology reliant, careless children. Does this sound right to you? Teenagers are a huge part of society, we are the middle class, the future and we deserved to be appreciated. So why are us teenagers being given such a raw deal? And how does the general public contribute to this? I am here today to represent to you the truth about ‘Teenagers’ or ‘young people,’ who are lost in the attack of the media. Society seems to be very closed minded when describing teenagers. We are not rewarded or celebrated for the good things we do but instead are portrayed as pregnant, drug abusing, binge drinking, violent, jobless juveniles who engage in underage sexual intercourse and don’t care about anything. Or else we are victimised as the hopeless future of the world we live in. Both are true, to some extent, but why stereotype teenagers in such a negative way when the majority of us are working hard to benefit the future and are working hard to please our parents and society. Where are OUR news headlines? Where is OUR acknowledgement? We’re not all bad, in fact majority of us do the right thing. It is a small minority or percentage of teens who are overshadowing the majority us who are making valuable contributions to our communities. Everyone makes mistakes, not adults apparently…Imagine a 30 year old man robbing a petrol station. Now imagine a teenage boy doing it. Which one would be targeted...
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...Smarter Than Boys Ok so there is a debate that is explaining how girls are better than boys. And even though there is a lot of evidence supporting that claim, i think that they are wrong. There are many reasons explaining that girls are not smarter than boys. And guess what most men can reach to higher levels of jobs the women can get. So that would mean that means that since they can get to higher levels, than that means that they are smarter. SO i am going to be telling you reasons why i think boys are smarter. One reason, is that in the article in cbs new, they state that girls would most likely be nurses while boy will be doctor. And girls would most likely be stenographers but not CEO’s. Also most girls turn out to be teachers and not principals. So basically what im trying to state is that boys can go way higher than girls. And to require to be at those levels than you have to be very smart and have a masters degree for them. And the thing is that while i was watching a video in the news about it, they said that girls would double check their work and stuff like that. But its not like the boys are dumb and dont know what to do. Its just that boys are lazy and we can be able to do the same things that girls can do. Boys are just like this, sure we do a lot of horse play we we can do the same things girls do. In this video that i watch in the news. They said the girls can be like more organized and have better thinking than boys. But boys...
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...differences; how perceptions of people differ. I explained how people in the north of England view the folks from London and the south, and vice-versa. “It’s the same here in Thailand” one bright student chimed, “the folks in Bangkok and the north think everyone down here in the south are stupid, ignorant and to be viewed with extreme suspicion. But we have a very rich cultural heritage” she went on to explain. “We have history and stories that have been passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for centuries.” So, it was agreed, the students would mine the Southern Thai Culture for the myths and legends that go to make folk tales. These would be documented and translated into English. This was to be a useful extra-curricular activity in the student’s quest for better English usage and understanding. The project ‘grew like Topsy’ and before long we had plans afoot to publish a small book that could, with a bit of luck, help to narrow the cultural divide between north and south Thailand. And, of course, educate and amuse us poor, ignorant, foreigners! Together with my friend and former colleague, Ajarn Kevin Marshall, we agreed to edit the student’s submissions, bring the often-archaic language up-to-date and inject modern usage and idioms whilst retaining the spirit of the original. It was a big idea but one that, ultimately, came to naught. Students became involved in the imperatives of finals and left to make their way in the world. I moved on and the whole project gathered...
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...First Quarter Week 1 The Crow and the Pitcher Adapted from Aesop by Dinah C. Bonao On a hot summer day, a thirsty crow looked for water to drink. “It’s hot! I am thirsty!” said the crow. “I need to find water.” (Have the pupils predict: What do you think will the crow do?) The crow flew from one place to another looking for water to drink. He finally found a pitcher near a well. But there was only little water in the pitcher. He tried to drink from the pitcher but no matter how much he tried, he could not reach the water. “My beak is too big. The pitcher’s neck is very narrow. How will I get the water?” he thought. (Have the pupils predict: What do you think will the crow do so he could reach the water in the pitcher?) Then an idea came to the crow. He picked up some small stones. He dropped them into the pitcher one by one. (Have the pupils predict: After he had dropped some stones into the pitcher, what do you think will happen?) “One, two, three…” Plop, plip, plop. Little by little, the water rose in the pitcher. “Four, five, six…” Plop, plip, plop. The water rose some more. Soon the crow could reach the water. “Now, I can drink!” said the crow. “Ah! It’s cold and good!” Discussion Questions: 1. At the beginning of the story, what did the thirsty crow do? 2. Where did he find water? 3. Could he drink right away? Why not? 4. How do you think the crow felt when he could not drink? 5. What did the crow do then? 6. If you were the crow, what would you do? ...
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...The boy I am giving this speech on is not simply a friend. He's not even just a boy- he is a boy amongst men. He is a ninja amongst regular people. He is a ginger amongst...everyone else. He is... the ginga ninja. Caleb has impacted me by leading the front ensemble through work, fun, and breaking stuff. Caleb knew how to make lazy kids such as myself actually work. When I came to MOC as a freshman, I was a terrible percussionist. I couldn’t play timpani, piano, or mallet instruments, so I was placed on auxiliary, which basically meant I just played the cymbals. The front ensemble as a whole was awful, and we knew it. The pit was kind of a joke section to the rest of the band. We messed around a lot and didn’t get much done. The next year, Caleb took over as section leader. He helped push everyone in the pit to become better, which helped inspire me to work harder and learn to play mallet instruments. The all-male pit, nicknamed the FEGS, or Front Ensemble Guys, by Mr. Mangold, soared above and beyond what we thought we could achieve, mostly thanks to Caleb’s leadership....
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...old, and I was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. I am still in the process of trying to fully understand all qualities I possess. Not only thinking, but also writing introspectively, which I have never done before, will maybe better help me have a full grasp of who I am. Let us start with my good qualities. I am/have: love, kindness, compassion, altruism, attentive, forgiving, loyalty, respect, faith in others, understanding, open-minded, thoughtful to others, flexible, empathy, modest, easy-going, able to give other people chances, tactful, sentimental, reasonable, discerning and appreciative. I am/have these poor qualities: timid, lazy, insecure, indecisive, care what other people think about me, guilty, ashamed about my past, awkward, nervous, doubtful, compulsive, embarrassed, forgetful, hesitant, doubtful, insipid, dependent, envious, limited, fearful of the future and pitiful. In the following paragraphs I will explain how people, events and forces have made me who I am today and how it has shaped the life I live. The people who have had the most influence on my life are my family, friends and mentors at several different troubled teen programs I have been sent to. My parents and sister since my birth have impacted my life the most and still continue to influence my present life. My parents, who are of Korean descent, immigrated to America in 1982. They gave birth to me 10 years later and instilled in me most of my good and poor qualities that make up who I am today. Through...
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...Bronzina Personal Statement I have never been the type of student to get straight A’s or be on the honor roll every year. I am a C- student and am not very proud of it. I used to tell myself that the reason for my grades was because my parent’s divorced. My parents got divorced when I was 6 or 7 and that really hit me hard. Before they divorced, I was the type of kid who loved to see his parents happy and when I saw that they were split up, it made me unhappy. When I was in the 5th grade my bad performance truly was because of their divorce. I was depressed and I was alone and didn’t know how to handle it. And as I grew older, I started to mess up even more. My grades would get better but were still at below average and both my Mom and Dad would not accept that. Having below average grades in school has prevented me from having a social life, playing sports and even being able to do things with my family. I played baseball when I was in the 4th through 6th grade. I never thought I was very good but my Dad loved the fact that I played. He is type of father who wants his kids to be a STUDENT athlete and no matter what school came first to him. I was always scared to show my report card to my Dad because I always had bad grades. I would always beg my Mom to not show it to him. After my 7th grade I finally told myself that the reason for my screw ups is not because of my parents’ divorce, it’s because I am lazy and a procrastinator. I am the type of person who will wait...
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...Gold Rush Field Trip Right now I want you to pretend you are in the Gold Rush Times. Think about the kind of houses they used to have, clothes they wore, activities they did, and what they ate. As you walk into the town you look around with excitement in your eyes. Now the people there welcome you in. You will probably notice that you are not dressed like them, so they give you some clothes. This was me in 3rd grade. I went on a school field trip in Denver, Colorado. To a little town based on the Gold Rush Times. We drove up on our school bus to the little town. They split us up into groups and let us go try out the fun Gold Rush activities. The first activity my group got was square dancing. One side the boys stood in a line facing us girls. We also were in a line facing them. Each girl had a boy partner. The music start and the girls run up to the boys and touch their shoulder. Then grab their arm and swing around. After, we switch sides and repeat it. Then, we each stand...
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...witch’s house was located in the middle of a big maze. To get to the maze, you had to climb over mountains and get over a wild river. The king announced publicly that the one, who could bring back his daughter, would get the princess and half the kingdom. Many people tried to get to the witch’s house, but they all failed. At the other end of the kingdom, a lazy boy named Jack,T lived in a house with his parents. Jack always sat inside his house doing nothing. But when he heard, that the princess had been kidnapped, he decided to go out and save her. Jack brought an apple with him so he would not get hungry. No one believed in Jack, not even his parents. They thought Jack was stupid, trying to get to the witch’s house barefooted, only bringing an apple to eat. Jack’s parent would not let him go, but he had already made up his mind. Jack carried the apple in his hand and left the kingdom. Soon Jack came to an old hut. Inside the hut, an old man was lying in a bed. He was very dirty and probably sick too. The old man looked like he had been lying in the bed for ages. He saw the apple in Jack’s hand. “Please give me your apple. I am starving!” Jack gave the old man his apple. The old man took a bite of the apple and suddenly Jack was looking at a fairy. The fairy handed him a bag with three different reservoirs containing glowing blue, red and green water. “This will help you getting to the witch’s house” said the fairy. “But what do they do?” asked Jack. But before he got an answer...
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...but it is obvious that some stories circulated orally for centuries before they actually were collected or written down. The story of Aladdin appeared for the first time in Antoine Galland’s (1646-1715) translation of the Thousand and One Nights, the first major European version. Before Galland, there was no known Arabic version of Aladdin and his lamp. The first Arabic version showed up after Galland’s version and very well could have been translations of Galland’s French version. One of the more recent and most popular versions of “Aladdin” was an animated feature produced in 1992 by Walt Disney Pictures. Aladdin made over $217 million in revenue in the United States, and over $504 million worldwide. Even though the American film and the medieval Arabian tale share common elements and are both plotted around a young impoverished boy named Aladdin, the moral lessons they offer differ in ways that can be described through the values of the culture out of which the story emerges. In the written version of “Aladdin and the Enchanted Lamp”, Aladdin is a boy who is lazy, “headstrong and incorrigible good-for nothing” (Dawood 165). His unruly ways even make his own father grieves over this “perverseness” (Dawood 165), causing him to die. After his father dies, Aladdin depends on his mother to make money to provide food, and...
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...San Isidro, Kadingilan, Bukidnon. She was then on her fourth year in high school. At a very young age my dad got my mom pregnant. Everyone was shocked especially my grandparents. My mom’s parents were solid Roman Catholic and my dad’s was a solid Protestant too. Therefore there could be no chance to for them to like each other. My dad was confused at that moment and he was told by his father to leave. Because he feared my Lolo a lot so he left and hide his self from the situation. He was too young then to take me as his responsibility. He was only nineteen at that time. My dad went away and helped himself find a job. He entered any kind of job as long as it is legal. Mom and dad parted their ways until mom gave birth of my sister. My dad knew it but he only saw my sister when she was already three months young. My grandpa, mom’s father really forbids her to see my dad. He hated my dad so much for what they did to them that’s why my dad did everything he can to let them see his now ready to take his responsibility as a father to me. He became a house boy in a relative’s house, sells rags on the streets, he even become an agent of a medical company selling their products through houses just to earn profit and work at the pasture land to feed the flocks. He did all of those just to buy a can of milk for me. To provide me the things I needed and to meet my mom’s needs as well. Things were very tough for my father as he was just starting to undo things and make things better he tried...
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...There are many common stereotypes when referring to senior citizens. People often think to themselves: senior citizens are slow, bad drivers, rude, lazy, old-school and sickly; the list could go on. However, the documentary Young @ Heart, completely shatters most of these stereotypes and eliminates any misconceptions people may have towards senior citizens. The documentary follows a chorus of senior citizens from Northampton, Massachusetts, directed by Bob Cilman, from their rehearsals to their big performance. The film knocked down stereotypes, reinforced some common stereotypes and delivered a wonderful approach on the lives of these elderly people in Young @ Heart. It emphasized just how interesting their lives could be and it showed this in many ways. Considering the film is based on music that the chorus members sing, it is interesting to note that the overall music taste of the members is classical music, however the chorus performs pop, rock, R&B, alternative, heavy metal and punk songs. Although they may be old-school in their musical preferences, they love the overall energy of the songs and the joy it brings to their spectators. Bob Cilman wanted to turn up the heat for their next big performance by adding new songs to the mix. This was challenging for the members due to the fact that many of the songs were extremely fast and upbeat. Senior citizens may be stereotyped as slow, but eventually they were able to get the hang of it and complete the songs with no...
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