When i saw the newspaper, magazine, TV and heard on the radio that the United States of America was under attack, my heart broke into pieces. My reaction was exactly like Bernie, how can a big building would become empty in a fast time. I was in El Salvador during that time, I was just 5 years old. My parents came to America when i was one year old. I was in class and in the announcement of the school, the Principal said to turn on the TV . I remember that the TV was an old TV from the 90's, it was small and it was black and white. I was just a little kid, everyone in class was saying it was amazing how the airplane crush, my grandmother went to school for me. I found out that my parents where working by there during that time. I started crying , i remember my tears coming out, knowing that my parents where there just broke my heart up. I didn't want anything bad to happen to them. My grandmother try to contact all the people and all the places where they could find my dad or mom. When the second airplane hit the second tower, i could it take it. I felt sad,worry, i couldn't even describe it. In the TV they where showing people trowing them selves from the towers. It was sad watching it, watching innocent people dying do to political problems. I told my grandmother to turn the TV off , i couldn't take it no more, i was sad. At night i heard the phone ringing, i answers and heard my moms voice. I was so happy to hear her. She told me that she was OK and that she wasn't working that day. My dad didn't work that day also ,because my mom was sick. I cry of happiness i was happy that my parents where OK, but sad of that families that lost family members.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
NLC 1301: Blog 3: 9/25/2012 H Acevedo
When i saw the newspaper, magazine, TV and heard on the radio that the United States of America was under attack, my heart broke into pieces. My reaction was exactly like Bernie, how can a big building would become empty in a fast time. I was in El Salvador during that time, I was just 5 years old. My parents came to America when i was one year old. I was in class and in the announcement of the school, the Principal said to turn on the TV . I remember that the TV was an old TV from the 90's, it was small and it was black and white. I was just a little kid, everyone in class was saying it was amazing how the airplane crush, my grandmother went to school for me. I found out that my parents where working by there during that time. I started crying , i remember my tears coming out, knowing that my parents where there just broke my heart up. I didn't want anything bad to happen to them. My grandmother try to contact all the people and all the places where they could find my dad or mom. When the second airplane hit the second tower, i could it take it. I felt sad,worry, i couldn't even describe it. In the TV they where showing people trowing them selves from the towers. It was sad watching it, watching innocent people dying do to political problems. I told my grandmother to turn the TV off , i couldn't take it no more, i was sad. At night i heard the phone ringing, i answers and heard my moms voice. I was so happy to hear her. She told me that she was OK and that she wasn't working that day. My dad didn't work that day also ,because my mom was sick. I cry of happiness i was happy that my parents where OK, but sad of that families that lost family members.
Friday, September 21, 2012
NLC 1301: Blog 3: 9/21/12 Postscript: Class Reunion
The "Postscript: Class Reunion", section tells the readers evidence that the Indian education is limited and retrain in some cases. Throughout the essay we learn that some students do not prospered, due to the lack of education they where getting in some cases, some try their best to become successful ,but some just didn't. In some cases it was because of the race, they believe that they all will do the same thing and become successful , but later on in life find them selves miserable and entered to depression and starting inhaling alcohol,drugs,etc. Is not a surprise to Victor that the class mates would end up not prospering, he think that they should not need a class reunion, it wasn't that necessary. Most of the classmates meet on the Powwow tavern to drink and they meet there. Seeing a Indian graduate successfully, hearing that an Indian had successfully prospered, seems to them like a brag. I believe that Indian education is limited and unlimited. It all depends on the district and in some cases to the students. In some district for example right now in the United States, they don't give the same opportunity to some students like in others. It up to the district,staff and to the students for the education to be successful. I believe that during that time and this time we have something in common, some students don't get the same opportunity ,because of racial facts.
Friday, September 14, 2012
NLC 1301:Blog 2 sep 14,2012
I think Orwell is not a coward, because his decision wasn't based on what the other people will think, he was trying to do his work like a cop would. He was just doing what other citizen would do, during that time it was a big deal to hurt an animal, mostly a elephant, because it may mean a lot to some people, for Orwell it was hard ,he didn't want to kill it, but the riot was forcing him to do it. This month an officer had shoot a dog, in this case the dog wasn't doing nothing , and it was unjustified, because the dog wasn't doing nothing and the officer shoot him. In the case of the elephant it was Orwell job to do it, the elephant was being aggressive it destroy many things, it hurt a person. I think Orwell wasn't being racist, he was just trying to save his life and the life of the citizens, yes he didn't want to kill the elephant , but he was being force to do it. He was trying to help people and didn't want nothing else to happen to them. He didn't want nothing else to happen to other the city or the citizen, but mostly if the elephant attack an adult, what could be next a little children, a baby or the elephant may had destroy anything else. In my opinion if i was Orwell i would have kill the elephant ,because it was being aggressive and i wouldn't like anything worst to happen., but in another point i would put the elephant to sleep. In a case it wouldn't had work or it could make the elephant more mad and it would have done something worst. During that time i think Orwell had to decide between safety, the elephant life, the life of the citizens and how would people would look at him as, as a killer or a hero. This essay had thought me that , you have two decision , one good one and a bad one, but it;s all up to you to decide what you want the best.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
NLC 1301: Blog 1: 9/6/2012 H Acevedo
The number of siblings and the genders in some families affect one of the siblings. In my occasion soccer is not my favorite sport, my dad wants me to play soccer, since he think i would get more money and would make me a more successful person. In some occasion i feel like Sandra Cisneros, I'm the oldest of the three and like in "Only Daughter" by Sandra Cisnero my dad sometimes makes me feel like an outsider, since i hate soccer. My dad wants me to be like my little brothers, play soccer and become a star, but one day i would show him that being a Nurse or a Doctor was the best choice of my life. Prove him that being in the medical field also can gain you a lot of money and fame. My mom in the other hand, wants me to become the best doctor ever. I think different from both of them, i only care about going to college and getting my RN(Registered Nurse) degree and in the future becoming a doctor. Being unique and thinking different makes me a stronger and successful person. In the future, i wouldn't like my children to be treated the same. I would have a more liberated opportunity and choice for them. Let them be what ever they want, maybe they would develop and become movies starts,football players, singers,etc. In the mean time i would just always keep thinking positive and keep dreaming, because some day who i am today, would bring me a lot of luck,money and fame.
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