How badly do you think money changes people's lives and ways of thinking? Good or bad? How would you go about the situation if you were Jamal?
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3/23/2017 0 Comments film reviewThe first time I ever even see SlumDog Millionaire I was in 9th grade and I was so amazed by this movie. In the movie two brothers from India lost their mom at a very young age and had to live on their own and it was hard for them, very hard. As they grew older they went through many trials and tribulations and they were split up being as though the older brother Salim was like a rebel and Jamal was a goody two shoes. When they got older Jamal got the chance to be on a game show "Who wants to be a Millionaire" on TV. This was his big shot being as though hen was poor and had barely even minimum wage jobs to get buy his brother while Salim worked for a very bad man. Jamal was tortured because officials believed he was cheating but Jamal used his way of growing up to help with the answers to the questions. Being an orphan on the streets of Mumbai he has learned and seen a lot. Being electrocuted and things as such he hasn't really cracked. He was actually a strong young man. He had a love that he lost but never forgot about named Latika, she has also been through a lot and now associated with the bad man but when the two locked eyes now being older they realized they no longer wanted to be apart. His older brother Salim was at first against it as his loyalty laid with the bad man he worked for but eventually he felt sympathy for his brother and made sure that they got together and spent the rest of their lives together. Concluded Jamal won the game show and lived his life with Latika.
3/23/2017 0 Comments four academic mindsetsReading this article I have came across different academic mindsets. And having a negative or positive mindset can affect you in different ways that you sometimes wouldn't know whether that outcome is negative or positive. But, I think that a positive mindset is the best to have. Especially when it comes to your future. Now the reading Teaching Adolescents To Become Learners [...] (Chicago University) states all of the information readers need to figure out which one they are. There are four to chose from. I chose "Belonging" I belong in this academic community. I picked that because I feel that it is true and I can relate highly to it. In many classes I hate it and I get very bored very easily because I don't feel as though I don't belong in that class or I don't want to be in that class so when the teacher is discussing the lecture I tune him or her out and miss mostly everything. For example, I want to become a nurse so I have to take a psychology class and my teacher loves to talk I believe ans there is a lot of material to get through but sometimes I feel like she can go about it a different way so that people like me will always listen to what she say's and not get so bored as I already think the subject itself is boring. My attitude towards this class is just so negative which as the outcome results into me forgetting material or bombing my tests. Now as for a classroom I feel like I belong in it would have to be an all Black History class. That is my favorite subject of all time and I will engage in it until the day I die because I know so much but I still feel like I could know more as there is always more to learn in that subject. It just comes to me like an instinct. That is one place I really feel like I belong so I would have no problem with never missing a day of class or always participating. I would get a good grade in this class as I would get an okay grade in psychology which I am dreading because I have to do well in this class. That is for my future so no matter how much I feel like I don't belong I still have to put forth some effort.
3/23/2017 0 Comments Hiraeth writing process reflectionWorking on this assignment I thought a lot about which one I should do. Should I write about a home that never was or a home I can never go back to again? And I chose to do a home I can never go back to because that was the most emotional one for me and I actually used to think about it as I was growing up. Honestly, I worked on this alone but I did try to ask my mom some questions because I didn't have any answers to why I left my home and could never return to till this day and I was so curious, still is. But, I do feel as though it was a good approach because the story was very interesting and true. The most difficult part was remembering what happened step by step some things I really had to think about and what happened next because it was so long ago that these things has happened. But I did begin to remember and it's all because I daydream a lot and that helps. I thought about the past and that helped me think about what really took place at that time. I began to write this project right after it was assigned I thought it was so simple that's why I began so early probably the earliest I have ever started an assignment. I started to write the project in class but then when I came home I was more engaged and pressed to do it and work on it. I chose this type of hiraeth because it was so closed to home and I really had questions about it. I'm usually a curious person but that is something I really have questions about and I was loving the fact that I could write it down for people to see and like. This writing assignment was so different it wasn't just any ordinary writing I think that's why I liked it the most because there was no right or wrong thing you had to say. It was all you, all personal, your experience or an made up one. Whichever you chose. I will probably revise my writing process by actually putting all of my six steps into action I sometimes read the steps and say I am going to do them but Ionly use like 2 out of the 6 when I should be using all.
2/23/2017 0 Comments Movie MADNESSI chose the movie called Imperial Dreams that is available on Netflix. This movie was just so inspirational to me even though it was an independent film it's very popular. Throughout the movie there were trials and tribulations but the main character who was name "Bambi" was a soldier. He was just released from jail with absolutely nothing to come home to but his son. Not even really a home. While he was away his son stayed with his drug dealer uncle and grandmother who was on drugs.He lived here because his mother was also away at prison so he had nowhere else to go. So, when he was released he made a promise to never go back again so h would be away from his son. He was a great writer and wanted that as a living but there were many obstacles such as having to live out of his broken car in an unsafe neighborhood with his son and just trying to find a job. He tried to get a job but he turned him down because he didn't have a license he wen to get his license and he couldn't get that because he was on child support and owed $2500 which he didn't even know about. No job equals no money, no money equals not paying for the child support, not paying for the child support equals no license and then we get to no license and that's no job. So all of these things just happening in his life that he really has no control over but wants to make a difference. He then began to hang out with his no good uncle's son which was his cousin who would get into loads of trouble and ended up having two detectives following him they then called child protected services an got his son taken away because he was not in an protected environment better yet he had no home. This broke him but he never gave up and he would visit his son while in the system.
Things hat could be asked. Does the system not help people enough to get on their feet after released from prison? Should convicted felons always be labeled as a "bad person"? 2/23/2017 0 Comments Hiraeth draft 1 Here I am sitting at the table age 10 with my family eating dinner. My mother, father, sister and little brother all enjoying the meal my mom has slaved over and made for all of us to enjoy. My dad sitting very angrily at the table all because of his day at work. Taking his anger out on everyone was his forte, my mom didn't really appreciate it but she dealt with it. I could never understand why even though I was so young I knew a lot of things that went on between the two of them. "Bring my food but before you bring it heat it up I'm not in the mood today" I looked at him as though he was crazy because who was he talking to like that? But, my mom being my mom checked him right there and let him know his behavior wasn't acceptable. "Bang,Bang" plates flew everywhere as the two began to argue ? "I hate you", "I hate you too, you can get the hell out of my house". "Y'all can't live without me I do everything for this family, I buy everything"! At that point I learned what a toxic relationship was like and I swore to myself I would never have that for myself. I hated my dad, he put my mom through so much and all she did was love him. But I thought to myself why go through that pain? From him cheating and getting another woman pregnant to treating my mom like she meant nothing to him. "Forget you and this family I don't need none of this". He left the house and I haven't seen him again until the next week. Day by day my mom doing her daily routine. Cooking,cleaning, taking care of us all making sure we had the best life possible. My dad? Absent doing whatever he wanted. My family meant everything to me we needed to work! They needed to work! “I'm home” my dad came through the door yelling we all came down to greet him as we were happy to see him. My mom upset. “Where have you been, “I've been calling you, texting you, were you with that bitch? Tell me! Tell me right now, were you with her”? A couple seconds went by still no answer at that moment my mother realized that the man she once loved was the man that was also breaking her heart and putting her through hell. “For the sake of the family I put up with a lot of shit from you and I AM DONE. Take what you have out of this house and never come back AGAIN”. Standing there shocked I couldn't believe it my mom finally really putting her foot down and I couldn't be anymore proud of her. It wasn't that I didn't want our family to work I just wanted my father to treat my mother right to keep the family all together. Me and my siblings begging and pleading for them not to just stay together but that was a done deal. My father packing his stuff very upset because even though he treated my mom a certain way he still loved her. Love wasn't enough. The next few weeks were empty. Burnt up pictures, burnt up clothes my mom lost it! We've had many talks since he's been gone but my siblings were devastated and so was I. We always asked a bunch of questions as we didn't know my moms next move. Was it divorce? Was she going to stay with home? We weren't sure because my mom really never shared that much with us, we would always get the run around. “Everything will be fine”. I couldn't stand hearing that because everything wasn't fine. Months and months go by still no dad. Haven't seen him, talked to him he just abandoned his family. While walking in my home from school my mom seemed to have a friend over, preferably speaking a guy friend. “Who is he, why is he here”. My mom knew we had no filter so I would say whatever out of my mouth. “This is Rodney, we've been seeing each other for sometime.” My heart sank, I couldn't believe it. Why? Why now? Didn't she still want dad? I'm pretty sure they could have found a way to work it out. There was a lot of small talk going on until my older sister walked through the door. Looking shocked she greeted everyone with confusion on her face. My mom introducing her friend she continued on with her nice personality. Eating a nice home cooked meal we looked towards the door because there was a noise and there he stood. My father, disgusted and angry.
2/2/2017 6 Comments my HiraethThroughout the years in my life I have moved around I would say at least 3 times. Different schools, different homes, different friends etc. It got to the point where I moved so much I didn't remember a thing. I didn't remember what the house looked like, I couldn't remember any of my teachers names any of that. My mom was in a very bad relationship so the man she was with didn't help towards any situations that came towards our way. But, this one particular day my mom was pushed to the edge and she just snapped. I heard arguing, fighting, cussing through the whole night. I couldn't figure out why they were so angry, but I knew I had to check on my mom and that's what me and my sister did. I'm glad I did because when I came to see the two of them my mom was a wreck and his head was bleeding being though she had hit him over the head with a wooden piece. At that moment I saw what a toxic relationship was but I was scared for my life because I thought he was actually crazy. Luckily enough he wasn't crazy enough to touch my mother and that was a smart move. But, that night we just left. Packed everything we owned except for furniture and my mom took me and my sister to what was our new house which had no furniture in it. Now, don't get me wrong my mom always did her best to do what was best for her kids but I just didn't understand this move. Why didn't she kick him out? That was our house. I just never questioned it. I was so little to understand most things. For some odd reason the house we were in the night we moved from our other home is like a blur to me. I remember absolutely nothing about this house, it's like I was never there. For years I've asked my mom about the home, why she moved so quickly just details period and she would always brush me off. I started to think she was hiding something?
2/2/2017 0 Comments Hiraeth discussionInitially I had no understanding in what a hiraeth actually is. But, after doing some research on the word I have found that it is related to homesickness or a sadness. The home I have grew up in, my whole life. Was my favorite and I can never go back after certain reasons. Being as though I am an open book about everything in my life the best route would be to tell the truth about everything, nonfiction. The main focus is to provide information on a certain point in my life. Basically a story coming from the horse’s mouth, hopefully to entertain.
1/31/2017 0 Comments My writing ProcessWriting is probably the best thing since sliced bread. But no, in all seriousness writing is important for many reasons and also can be very therapeutic for some people. We write things down for remembrance or to just express how we feel towards something. I could compare and relate to one of the readings that author Joan Didion has written "Why I Write" when she says when writing you are basically saying "listen to me, see it my way, change your mind". That's exactly how readers would feel. Being in college I definitely face so many distractions one of them being having a job. Oh my goodness having to take care of things for myself by making money and trying to get my education can sometimes be a lot to handle. Another would be procrastination when I do get time to just relax and do nothing that's exactly what I want to do. Nothing, and sleep. My last and biggest distraction is my phone and people. I cannot live without my phone so it is very hard for me to put it down or turn it off to do work I don't even feel like doing. Plus, my best friend always wants to call me and talk about nothing or come over my house to just get on my nerves and keep me from doing my work it's just too hard for me. I definitely believe if I put the time and effort into writing I could become a very good writer because I think about a lot of things and always have many ideas so I could write those things down for like practice to gain some knowledge in writing a great paper. I've gotten good grades on papers I though I would never have and it's because I put my all into it. So, yes I do think I could improve in that area. Avoiding the distractions I have would probably be one of the best things and to do that I would love to take some tips. Such as, tracking my progress, attacking some early hours and definitely paying attention. I tend to get distracted very easily and can become very annoying. Waiting until the last minute or late throughout the day has also been a problem that I could attack that I have. As a writer I sometimes feel like my writing is not good enough and embarrassing to look at so I don't want to look at it and revise it. I feel it's a very silly problem to have as papers are all about writing and revising to make things better. I will say when I am going through things such as being upset about some things I would write it down instead of taking it out on other people. That was my therapy and that's how I used my ability to write.
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