The Gift I Cherish
Right before Haldun went back to Turkey, he gave me a good luck charm that he brought here from home. The good luck charm was a hand made gift Haldun had received from his parents before coming here. I thought that this was the greatest thing ever, especially coming from one of my best friends.
To make any sense of this, I would have to go back about nine months ago. It was the first day of school when I had my study hall in the cafeteria, I noticed a student which resembled an adult in his late 20’s. I knew he couldn’t be over 21 so I knew he couldn’t be in his late 20’s. he had hair over his ears, and a scruffy beard. I didn’t know him but I knew the people he was sitting with, so I proceeded to walk over to the table and say hi to the kids that I knew.
The next day I also noticed him in my Government class. I had already sat down so I didn’t get to sit next to this anonymous person. So the next day in government, I made it a point to sit next to him and I did. I proceeded to introduce myself and we got to talk for a little and it was obvious he was foreign, but from where remained mysterious. He also told me his name was Haldun.
After a few classes we got a chance to know a little bit about each other and I found out he was from Turkey. I also saw him in the weight room and we started talking a lot more. It was fun talking to him so I could always make fun of his English because it was so poor. The one day after we both finished lifting I saw him waiting at the school exit, so I asked if he drove and he said that he drives in Turkey but he isn’t allowed to drive here in America. Then he said he thought he missed the activity bus and he would have to wait for the next one to arrive. So I then told him that I drive and I could take him home.
The lack of ethics concerning global issues can be found in the sweatshops of underdeveloped and third world countries. This issue has developed from the indiscretion of industries and employers. Industries treat their employees poorly; moreover, employees are subjected to extremely poor working conditions, poverty wages, and little to no benefits or union representation. The competition of industries has created these oppressive practices. According to research done by Jay Mandle at Cambridge, in countries such as Bangladesh, sweatshop workers are paid only 13 cents per hour in US money. These workers are subjected to extremely overpopulated sweatshops, being that an astounding 3.5 million workers make up the workforce of 4,825
Middle school was immensely difficult time for me. I had glasses and braces and in sixth and seventh grade went through an exceedingly at a maladroit stage. My comrades did an exceptional job of making those two years a living Tartarus. I’m currently twenty-one, but I still cringe when I contemplate about some of the unpleasant incidents I suffered with other kids during those years. I was a marvelous athlete. The only time the “cool kids” would be “semi-nice” is when I was tremendously superb at basketball. In the 8th grade I transferred schools to a Christian school and began to come out of my awkward looking phase. I received contacts and extracted my braces. It would seem that I would be awarded some confidence at this, but my self-esteem was nevertheless damaged. I made several friends and was in no way speculated there as “the ...
...voodoo and can be very mysterious at times. Those who dare delve into this powerful topic will often find themselves lost in the information and the stories within subtopics. Some of those stories have happy endings, while others have sad endings. Much like life, Voodoo is another religion that we have yet to explore and learn about. Handfuls of questions soon make their way to the surface when dealing with religion, including Voodoo. What are some of the ceremonies conducted and how? What actually goes on underneath the surface? Is it all inside the brain? Has Voodoo gained or lost popularity since the beginning? Lastly, the United States needs to understand the aspects of Voodoo, as in the Bill of Rights, everyone has the freedom of religion, as long as it does not impede on our life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Finally, why is Voodoo still taboo today?
Voodoo is a very promising religion. It offers comfort and support to practitioners while Haiti remains unstable. There is a strong sense of tradition, but it is a very unique sense of tradition. Voodoo has no formal dogma, no specific organization, and no written text. There is no right or wrong way to practice Voodoo. Because there was no formal history of Voodoo practitioners believed it was easier to form a bond with the supernatural world. Each individual has his/her own relationship with his or her specified god, and each relationship is unique. The religion is in the hands of the practitioner. People can choose how deep they wish to get involved in this religion. A practitioner of Voodoo decides for him or herself how to establish their personal bond with the supernatural. In comparison religions like Catholicism, have guidelines to follow and consequences for all your actions. Voodoo allowed Haiti to form an identity of its own.
...he audience. Not to mention the structure of film and timing placed in this era of films. Compared to the sound era of movies with less audience imagination and participation so the viewing experience becomes something totally different. Instead of having to imagine you are able to hear the sounds and voices of the characters and things that are going on. Plus the structure is something different than silent era films. With scenes not needing to have dialogue cards, making it so that less time is spent on having to read the plot and more time is spent on being able to let the sound help you visualize the plot. Making it more of a straight forward experience rather than something you have to think about. Syncopation with the soundtrack also creating a new addition on how animators structured the films. It's safe to say there are differences in both eras of animation.
Sweatshops increase the standards of living for the workers and their communities. The comparison between working conditions in the United States against
In order to improve conditions within sweatshops, we must think about what the worker population wants. The conditions within these factories are brutal and abusive, as well as troubling. Not only that, but the entire industry must be open to transparent evaluation to others. It is when workers have a loud and clear voice in how their working conditions are that we can see the entire system as productive and fair.” Admitting there is a problem may be the first step to recovery. Hearing workers' voices, establishing criteria for comparing factories internationally, and verifying problems and corrections through the participation of local nongovernmental organizations and unions are key steps in a long road toward improving global working conditions.”
may be Walter Kovacs, or Rorschach. A man with a mysterious ink-blot mask and even more
The use of sweatshop in multinational companies has become a common practice around the world. The main reason is because it could maximize profit by overseas manufacturing with lower labour costs. According to Skarbek et al (2012, p.556),the sweatshop is a factory in the developing country which employ the low wage labors in the poor working environment to produce goods for multinational enterprises. The proponent of sweatshop claimed that based on consequentialist approach, sweatshop has given a positive impact on the welfare of developing countries included workers and even future generations
I looked around, the room had exposed pipes on the ceiling and the entire room smelled faintly of Clorox wipes. Around me girls and boys talked and caught up. The majority of them had apparently gone to Kindergarten together. While I was the new kid, the outsider. Seats were scarce. I looked for a familiar face, for some reason. I settled next to a girl with fiery red-orange hair. “Hi, I’m Halley.” She introduced herself. Her smile was the fake kind, seen in school pictures everywhere. I smiled and responded, “Hi, I’m Lorna. I just moved here from Texas.” Her smile became increasingly forced, “Um, cool.” She turned her body away from me. Ok, I though, sorry I offended you, I guess. In my head, I was sneering and thinking rude thoughts to no end. In class, however, I upheld my morals. I was silent for the rest of the
I remember seeing him rise a few rows in front of me with his mother. I'm not sure exactly what caught my eye first, but his light brown hair and rosy complexion kept my stare. He had on a blue shirt that hung un-tucked from his khaki shorts, clothing that intrigued my eyes to follow him, as he squeezed through the metal chairs that someone had set up a little too close. He politely said, "Excuse me," and smiled with seemingly complete confidence. I nudged my mother, "Right there," I said signaling her to notice his strut. "Cute," she said shortly which translated to, "I guess I agree Whitney, but I don't look anymore." It was the usual answer I got when I asked for her opinion. I would sometimes badger her to elaborate, but the answer always lacked in enthusiasm. We watched him disappear behind a big red curtain that separated the students with and without name-tags, and I began formulating his life story.
It's your freshman year of high school. You walk through the halls and notice that you can barely find anyone from your freshman class. All you can see are these older kids that you had never noticed before. It feels like everyone is watching your every move. Suddenly you run into an older boy in front of you because you were too busy looking at your feet trying to dodge eye contact. Your books are now on the hallway floor and so are you. You scramble to grab them before anyone notices, but just as you look up you meet eyes with the older boy. He smiles and helps you regain your composure. Then you both walk your separate ways down the hallway.
His name is Mr. Zang, my high school teacher in China. A very thin and tall man, Mr. Zang is very caring and always tries to understand the students' concerns and finds joy in having conversations with them. Mr. Zang and I used to discuss my plans to go to the US and why I studied English so intensively. He helped give me confidence that I would find success in the US, and I began to think of him as a very respectable man. When I found out that Mr. Zang, unlike most teachers in China, never hit students, I began to respect him even more. Unfortunately, other students had negative opinions of him and thought he was a coward.
After talking to the student I found it that we are not much different even though we live in different worlds, I feel lucky to have the experience and opportunity to pick his brain about how he lives and the Beautiful country he came from.
The students that I observed in the classroom were of middle to high school. I went to see 8th, freshman, 10th , and seniors classes, they seemed excited and very curious to why I was there. The middle school was more alive and rambunctious while I observed them. The High school kids were more relaxed, more comical. Some were paying attention while others seemed tuned out to the lecture or involved in socialization with friends within the class. By the end of the class Mr. Hasgil had restored the attention of everyone by using tactics such as history jeopardy with candy as the prize with the high school kids. In both he middle school and high school the kids were mostly Caucasian with a mixture of black, Asian , and Hispanic in the classes.