I quickly learned both Operation Upgrade’s pitfalls and
I quickly learned both Operation Upgrade’s pitfalls and
"Hurry up! We gotta go. We are to bypass 3rd ID in Baghdad and take the northern part of Iraq."…
In his book, Ordinary Resurrections: Children in the Years of Hope, Jonathan Kozol pulls back the veil and provides readers with a glimpse of the harsh conditions and unrelenting hope that exists in a community located in the South Bronx called Mott Haven. Mr. Kozol provides his own socially conscious and very informative view of the issues facing the children and educators in this poverty ravaged neighborhood. Just his commentary would paint a very bleak picture of the future. It is the words of the children that give this book optimism and meaning. The courage and care exhibited by the volunteers of St. Ann's after school program and the creativity of the teachers at P.S. 30 are utterly inspiring. They work long hours and go beyond the call of duty to protect the innocence and cultivate the hope that resides in the hearts of Mott Haven's youngest residents.…
During his first visit Sister Julia stated that the new school was sinking because of the roof was too heavy. According to the Post-Dispatch, Martin Luther King Junior High had been evacuated for the second time in the spring of 1989 because of sewage fumes, backed-up toilets, and sewage in the bathrooms, kitchen, and basement. Kozol discussed the topic of inequalities with students and administrators. He discussed inequalities in classes, with teachers, and with facilities. These black students are required to attend East St. Louis schools without the hope of being transferred or bussed to a better school. As a teacher stated only about 55% of the kids will graduate from school and from this 55%, maybe one out of four will go to college. As Kozol travels through East St. Louis High School, he finds that teachers are not able to teach properly because of the lack of proper materials. The science labs are outdated by at least 30 years, they lack of proper text books/no textbooks, no lab tables, understaffed rooms, etc. In this school a lot of the teachers do not care about teaching anymore and a lot of them are full time substitutes without proper qualifications. Which of course, leads to students not paying attention or not getting any encouragement or the push they need to succeed, or even care about going to, school. Kozol observed in a lot of the classrooms students sitting around talking to other student. In most cases the teachers were not able to teach, or unwilling to even try anymore. The school is so poor that it cannot even afford toilet…
Somewhere in the Middle East there is a mom fighting in a foreign war. The gunpowder smoke coagulating in her lungs, hearing the cries for help, and not knowing if she’ll ever see her 2 year old son again. Soldiers everywhere do this every day not knowing if they are going home ever to see their loved ones. They do this because they are selfless and are heroes. That’s why an American I believe in is made possible by the sacrifices of our military.…
Without some the reversals in his own life, he would have been unable to become the man he was. That is why I would like to institute a community service project titled “A Series of Fortunate Reversals” (ASFR), to help combat education inequality in low-income areas. To be a part of ASFR, parents must demonstrate a willingness to work, to better their own lives with support of the AU community, ASFR is not a free handout. Preferably, ASFR will work with mothers during the developmental years, from pregnancy to the age of six. Families will receive support from departments in the College of Arts and Sciences and the Kogod School of Business. Students and faculty from the elementary and secondary education, health promotion, psychology and finance majors will support ASFR families. This way parents can gain financial and mental health counseling and learn how to lead a healthy lifestyle for themselves and children. They will also receive academic support for themselves so they will be able to support their children through their own academic journeys. Children will also receive academic support and counseling if needed. By providing these support systems, the goal is to showcase the value of education and to encourage a life-long love of learning. Families can participate in many of the free events held throughout the city of Washington DC as extra enrichment. Education is often the key to…
The campus spoke of in the book is the University of Illinois along with its students and the neighboring community and their goal to pack a million meals for those affected by the devastating earthquake that struck Haiti in January of 2010. Such a huge undertaking was made possible because of the dedication of those involved to commit to coming together in spite of any differences between them for the greater good of those less fortunate. This entry connected with me because it reminds me of our class and the service aspect of helping the homeless by providing them with some basic life necessities. We are of many backgrounds and faiths, and obviously didn’t always agree with each other’s views. But yet with Professor Quinney’s guidance, we were able to put those differences aside and commit to doing what we could to realize the goal of helping those that need it most.…
“Slow down, future leaders of America at play,” a sign engrained in my memory as a result of the numerous volunteer trips I took to Mountain Mission School. Mountain Mission School (MMS) is a Christian boarding school and home to many children, who come from devastating backgrounds and poverty. Receiving no government funding, Mountain Mission School located in Grundy, Virginia operates solely on private donations and generous charities from churches all over America. In addition to a school, MMS played a key role in my life. Not only was MMS my home but also my church starting from second grade up until I graduated high school.…
It would be an honor and a privilege to continue my service as a Surface Warfare Officer. I had the pleasure of being assigned to the USS Chung-Hoon during my senior Midshipman cruise. While on the Chung-Hoon, I was tasked with assuming the role of conning officer. I was held to the same expectation as my running mate; I was to have in-depth knowledge of the ship’s navigational capabilities, report for duty fully prepared to assume responsibilities, and, at all times, be diligent when working in unison with the different departments of the ship in order to assure safe navigation. Working with the officers and crew on the Chung-Hoon was the greatest lesson in leadership I experienced, and serves as the point in my life where I knew I was destined to be a warfighter. I know that as a Surface Warfare Officer,…
Our purpose behind contacting you is simple. The youth outside of what you may refer as the ‘Children’s Paradise’ or the ‘Greater American Catholic School System’, looks highly of that American institution, and would do whatever it takes to ensure enrollment. What they do not know is that certain hostile individuals are already embedded there, and all seek to do actual harm to the progress already made. Thus, we have the highest confidence in you, because we think you might have what it takes to undermine a highly volatile conspiracy. We will know, once the elusive ‘Silent Orphan’ is now a part of the Children’s Paradise.…
The moment I woke up from my surgery I remember my surgeon say that "everything thing went well, that the gallbladder came out fine with no complications." She must have turned to my mom because she had said that she wanted me to stay overnight to monitor me, crazy thing was is that I was a actually still pretty drugged up, the room was a little fuzzy my mouth had a weird dry nasty taste inside of it that I really can't put my tongue to, they wouldn't even give me water right away As I looked down i wasn't in the baggy tan robe gown any more that they had given me when i had first arrived at devos children's hospital. I looked down at my stomach i had three little cuts along my side covered in little butterfly stitches and…
“You are order to active duty as a member of your reserve component unit for the period indicated unless sooner released or unless extended. Proceed from your current location in sufficient time to report by the date specified. You enter active duty upon reporting to unit home station”. These were the words telling me that I was going to Iraq, to fight and destroy the enemies of the United States of America and face one of my biggest challenges yet. Soon after I received my orders in the mail I had a dilemma, what’s going to happen when I tell my mother and the rest of my family? Have I been taking my family and friends for granted, now that I have this situation in front of me I realize that maybe I should have tried…
The bloody plane was shot down…I was sleeping dreaming about a concoction of fish and chips and my home before the war. I lived on a farm, and I had my own horse…I miss him. My dad taught me how to ride when I was four; riding would provide me relief from school and farming. Anyways, I then I awoke to a storm of fire. The plane was literally sliced in two. I think the beastly enemy shot us down. Even though they shot us clean out of the sky, I wish to thank them and show some British manners to them because this island is beautiful. It has fruit, and the sights are more beautiful than anything back home. There are even pigs on the island that we could eat. Sadly, I thought myself alone until a booming noise thundered through the jungle. I was scared; I thought it was an earthquake, although I have never experienced one before.…
I was born in Iraq in a domestic violent environment. In my second grade in elementary, I and my sister moved to 7 different foster child housing. I had to move to 7 different elementary schools in one year. I was being sexually molested several times by these foster families and emotionally and physically as well. My parents finally were able to get back together and keep us somehow stable till the middle school. My father was kidnapped after 2003 war in Iraq and we had to sell all we have to pay for his ransom and release him free. We run away to Syria after we got my father back and we lived there as refugees till we came to the U.S. in 2011. Growing up in Syria as a gay man was as hard as growing up in the jungle with predators. I was being beat up and raped several times by Syrian regime militias.…
“There she is!” My mom said so exited. “She is so cute!” Says my dad. “She looks like a boy.” My brother Nick says. I sat there in my caregiver's arms in my little yellow outfit. My mom came over and picked me up and hugged me and kissed me. Then My dad swooped me up and hugged me and he swung me around. My brothers lit up like a flashlight when they first saw me. Both of my brothers were so excited to get a new baby sister! **Chongqing** We stayed at the White Swan Hotel in Guangzhou, China. At the White Swan Hotel when I got there was a whole bunch of goodies such as food, clothes, and toys. When I first got back to the hotel I cried because i didn’t know where I was and who I was with. When my parents got me my Nana and Papa came too because they always wanted to go China. when I first saw my Papa I cried because he was wearing a hat like fisherman wore and nobody wore a hat like that in China. They were all woven hats.…
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