American Educationally System
Education, who needs it? Education is free for all America’s children from kindergarten through 12th grade. Higher education why bother. When education is given free, it is not used to its fullest potential. Who cares if the average classroom is ten children too many per teacher? As long as a few learned, we did our job. We could sleep better at night knowing we helped some children to get to the next grade level even if they cannot read or write, not our problem. We did our job.
Who cares for the children who have learning disabilities and their needs to succeed? We could just pass them on to the next grade, so that they are not our problem. We did our job. Who cares that our American classrooms are more diverse in American history. In addition, not enough teachers can speak foreign language to teach their students in the classrooms. Who cares if the funding for books is so low that children are reading from out dated material in school? Who cares that our music departments have been cut from our public schools. The more children who are failed by the education system will soon be introduced to a completely new institute Juvenile hall, jail or prison, maybe even death. Therefore, they will not be our problem.
Knowledge comes in many shapes and forms. It begins in the homes of our children. The lack of parental supervision is one reason of the growth of gang population in our nation. The results are more gang violence, and or death by the gang, or even imprisonment. It will be great for our economy and us all. The more children will drop out of school. In addition, end up on government assistants because they will not have any education to get a job to support them and their children. The less we teach the children of America the more chaotic our nation will be in our future. The more laws will be broken due to lake of education. It will be great for our prison population. It will bring more jobs to build more prisons, jails, and juvenile detention facilities in America for the undereducated Americans. The less we educate our American children the better it will be for America to stay in the same economic situation that we are currently living in today. The less we teach our children the more we gain in the future of prisons, jails, juvenile facilities growth.
Change who needs it? We are Americans we like to stay in the same situation. The less American children who are educated by our educational system in our present time mean that there will be adults that are more ignorant in America’s future. These adults will be working in offices, our courts rooms, in our hospitals, our police officers, in our judicial systems, our educational system, our teachers, our professors. Because no one lives forever, someone is going to have to run America in our future.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
ENGLISH
Once I was afraid of writing, because I did not know how. I would avoid writing a simple letter to a loved one, a friend to whom it did not matter, because of the embarrassment I had of my writing I would never try. I always had an interest in writing, so I thought I would go to college to learn how. In my third semester of college, I had an English class, which had really helped me in my writing skills. My professor, allowed us to write with feeling to wander around in our heads and release what we find on to paper. Her teaching technique was unique.
First, she will assign reading material to read at home. The reading was the key to our writing assignments. Secondly, in class, she would write a topic on the white board then she would have us write for ten-minute free style in our journals. Thirdly, she gave us assignment: Descriptive, Narrative, Expository, and Argumentative/ Persuasive writing. Then in class, we would work shop our rough drafts, we would have four copies of our rough draft, then we would exchange them with the other students in class to read and correct if needed. Then we would correct our rough draft, and then turn in the final. She gave us the choice of what to write about. She made English seem like an art not the subject that I have been battling all my life.
Once I was afraid of writing, because I did not know how. I would avoid writing a simple letter to a loved one, a friend to whom it did not matter, because of the embarrassment I had of my writing I would never try. I always had an interest in writing, so I thought I would go to college to learn how. In my third semester of college, I had an English class, which had really helped me in my writing skills. My professor, allowed us to write with feeling to wander around in our heads and release what we find on to paper. Her teaching technique was unique.
First, she will assign reading material to read at home. The reading was the key to our writing assignments. Secondly, in class, she would write a topic on the white board then she would have us write for ten-minute free style in our journals. Thirdly, she gave us assignment: Descriptive, Narrative, Expository, and Argumentative/ Persuasive writing. Then in class, we would work shop our rough drafts, we would have four copies of our rough draft, then we would exchange them with the other students in class to read and correct if needed. Then we would correct our rough draft, and then turn in the final. She gave us the choice of what to write about. She made English seem like an art not the subject that I have been battling all my life.
Pur-r-r-fect
It had been raining for a couple a days and throughout the night. I woke up on a wet misty morning in June; I went outside to my cousin’s, Akita named Sue Key while he was out of town. As both Sue Key and I approached a small orange and yellowish furry patch, without realizing I was walking a dog, “Kitty, Kitty, Oh Kitty!” I screamed. My heart was racing. I did not know what to expect. The dog had grabbed the kitty with his mouth. I started to holler at the dog: “no, no drop the baby.” I cried out in an ugly screeching voice. I was horrified, in my mind I ask myself, is this poor helpless wet kitty alive or dead? As I said those words, the dog that I was walking had drop the soaking wet, limp, fragile tiny little orphan kitty.
As I called to the little kitty, he looked up at me barely alive, and meowed towards me. I was relieved to have heard the very weak tiny little kitty’s voice reply. Then I leaned over to reach, and pick the infant kitty with swift cat like reflex and placed it in my t-shirts to warm the kitty up. I walked my cousin’s dog back to his damp cold apartment. Then I took the tiny little orphan kitty to check to see if the dog had wounded it. He appeared to be fine at the time. I had then rushed over to our local Wal-mart to buy kitten formula, so I could feed the kitten. After a few hours, I notice that something had not seemed right. The kitty looked as if he was limping.
I immediately rushed the kitty to the all-pet clinic. The veterinarian had said it did not look to good for the little kitty; I than began to cry, “Is he going to die?” The look on the vet’s face did not look good. I replied to vet “I will do anything for this little kitty, I will not let this little helpless baby kitty just die, I will do everything to get him well and better.” “Maybe it was a sign that I walked my cousin’s dog this morning?” I had told the vet. The vet looked at me strangely. He made me feel like I was crazy. The vet had given the baby kitty a shot of anti-inflammatory medicine for inflammation just in case the dog did do any damage to the kitty’s limbs.
The veterinarian had told me that two things could be causing the kitty to act this way. One he experienced trauma, from have being out in the rain with no milk from his mom, and because of the two beastly creatures that approached him in the rain, or he may have neurological condition, and that the kitty would not have full function of his back limbs. I told the veterinarian that it did not matter to me and that I would love it and take care of him. I had asked the vet to do x-rays on the kitty.
“I will be looking for serious condition,” The vet had said.
Then he had asked if I had thousands of dollars to put on the table. I took the kitty home. I continued to love, care and feed and bath the tiny little baby kitten he was no longer an orphan when I had placed him in my t-shirt. I took him in as if he one of my own, I could only think of this poor helpless kitty. He depends on me to feed, bath and to love him.
Today is Tuesday and the kitty has improved one hundred percent from his condition on Saturday. I still have to assist him in feeding; I feed him kitty formula in a baby bottle. He can drink a little under ounce of formula at one feeding. I feed him every two to three hours. I also rub his little limbs to so that his blood flows to improve his movements. He now rolls over by himself and he is trying to use his back limbs. He also holds himself up. I have to wipe his privates to help him poop and pee, and he still needs help with his bowel movements. He is so playful now. He will grasp a hold of my finger, and bite it. He is as playful and feisty as any other kitty. He is so loveable. He is a cuddle ball of fur. When I rub my face on his little head, he will start to purr, a motor like noise that comes from him it also feels like a light vibrating sensation.
To me this little tiny little kitten is perfect. I do not see anything wrong with him. As everyday that has past, he has shown a will to live and a will to survive attitude. This little kitty is so amazing. I cannot stop thinking of this little kitty when I am away from him.
It had been raining for a couple a days and throughout the night. I woke up on a wet misty morning in June; I went outside to my cousin’s, Akita named Sue Key while he was out of town. As both Sue Key and I approached a small orange and yellowish furry patch, without realizing I was walking a dog, “Kitty, Kitty, Oh Kitty!” I screamed. My heart was racing. I did not know what to expect. The dog had grabbed the kitty with his mouth. I started to holler at the dog: “no, no drop the baby.” I cried out in an ugly screeching voice. I was horrified, in my mind I ask myself, is this poor helpless wet kitty alive or dead? As I said those words, the dog that I was walking had drop the soaking wet, limp, fragile tiny little orphan kitty.
As I called to the little kitty, he looked up at me barely alive, and meowed towards me. I was relieved to have heard the very weak tiny little kitty’s voice reply. Then I leaned over to reach, and pick the infant kitty with swift cat like reflex and placed it in my t-shirts to warm the kitty up. I walked my cousin’s dog back to his damp cold apartment. Then I took the tiny little orphan kitty to check to see if the dog had wounded it. He appeared to be fine at the time. I had then rushed over to our local Wal-mart to buy kitten formula, so I could feed the kitten. After a few hours, I notice that something had not seemed right. The kitty looked as if he was limping.
I immediately rushed the kitty to the all-pet clinic. The veterinarian had said it did not look to good for the little kitty; I than began to cry, “Is he going to die?” The look on the vet’s face did not look good. I replied to vet “I will do anything for this little kitty, I will not let this little helpless baby kitty just die, I will do everything to get him well and better.” “Maybe it was a sign that I walked my cousin’s dog this morning?” I had told the vet. The vet looked at me strangely. He made me feel like I was crazy. The vet had given the baby kitty a shot of anti-inflammatory medicine for inflammation just in case the dog did do any damage to the kitty’s limbs.
The veterinarian had told me that two things could be causing the kitty to act this way. One he experienced trauma, from have being out in the rain with no milk from his mom, and because of the two beastly creatures that approached him in the rain, or he may have neurological condition, and that the kitty would not have full function of his back limbs. I told the veterinarian that it did not matter to me and that I would love it and take care of him. I had asked the vet to do x-rays on the kitty.
“I will be looking for serious condition,” The vet had said.
Then he had asked if I had thousands of dollars to put on the table. I took the kitty home. I continued to love, care and feed and bath the tiny little baby kitten he was no longer an orphan when I had placed him in my t-shirt. I took him in as if he one of my own, I could only think of this poor helpless kitty. He depends on me to feed, bath and to love him.
Today is Tuesday and the kitty has improved one hundred percent from his condition on Saturday. I still have to assist him in feeding; I feed him kitty formula in a baby bottle. He can drink a little under ounce of formula at one feeding. I feed him every two to three hours. I also rub his little limbs to so that his blood flows to improve his movements. He now rolls over by himself and he is trying to use his back limbs. He also holds himself up. I have to wipe his privates to help him poop and pee, and he still needs help with his bowel movements. He is so playful now. He will grasp a hold of my finger, and bite it. He is as playful and feisty as any other kitty. He is so loveable. He is a cuddle ball of fur. When I rub my face on his little head, he will start to purr, a motor like noise that comes from him it also feels like a light vibrating sensation.
To me this little tiny little kitten is perfect. I do not see anything wrong with him. As everyday that has past, he has shown a will to live and a will to survive attitude. This little kitty is so amazing. I cannot stop thinking of this little kitty when I am away from him.
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