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This is my letter to Senator Scott Brown (R-MA). He is against the DREAM Act because he feels as if it is a "backdoor amnesty." With my letter I am hoping to convince him to vote for the DREAM Act. Though many students and people have tried to convince him and fail, giving up is not an option.
Dear
Senator Brown,
My
name is Caroline AbdulBaki and I am a senior at Science Leadership Academy.
This year, applying to colleges is an incredibly huge part of my life and
filing for financial aid. While fighting to accomplish this overwhelming
process, I tend to ask my friends to see the kinds of steps they are
taking. All or most of them would say their process is complicated, easy, and
or done, but not all of them mean it. Some of my friends would not be applying
to colleges or for financial aid because they are illegal immigrants. They know
that financial aid will not be given at any cost, and in some situations, they
are declined from going to any college.
The
DREAM Act gives these hard working students an opportunity to be leveled as an
incredible student. These students that you are now depriving from college have
been attending your school districts since Pre-school. They should not be
punished for a mistake their parents committed and the child takes all the
sufferings. . These children may not be American on paper, but they are at
heart. I understand the pros and cons of the DREAM Act, however “the children
are our future” should be a huge reason why you should vote for the DREAM Act.
These children work hard to receive an education and achieve in life in order
to help make OUR country a better place to live. It is important for those who
help represent the country their entire lives to be given a chance. They
work hard to accomplish DREAMS they have had for a long time but not to be
crushed by a system that limits their education. If you are not a favor of the
wordingm try to change it, make it reasonable but I ask you to not take this
opportunity away from these earning children.
Take
a minute and put yourself in their shoes. Put your children in their shoes
imagine if they were to suffer from a mistake that you had made in your past.
It is a frustrating proccess that any parent or child would be willing to
fight. We want to legalizing immigrants and why not help those who
deserve it. Take a second Mr. Brown and truly think about these children by
helping to make the right choice for these children.
Sincerely,
Caroline
AbdulBaki
I am the analytical epitome of proximity
the exemplary identity of a leader
trapped behind a glorious mask
I throw ash in the faces of those in the traces
trying to reveal the veil that entrances
these simple minded people and I to equals
trying to make sense of the world
now thou say all is forgotten
funny how we reminisce on time while they plotting
creating scenes of the future stemming from our dreams
turning the desirable fate into clear reality
crisp as the wrinkles that river your uniform pants
I keep the haters on their feet,
while I move to the task like ants
that's why their faces dance
like a million of me in their pants and
I bet they wish it was them instead of me on the thrown
I like the sweet taste of victory, so I take it home
where I reside back to this contraption and desolate transaction
pressing keys along this board to express my letters
form meaning into art and poetry all together
combine us like a mixed breed
I'm calling to the Seed
and I try to conquer all of the negative energy
transform it into my inner chi
I would love to see you try to defeat the optimism
for I balance yin and yang so you will see no change
when the mask of the peoples try to phase me
I let it roll of my back and suffix your self esteem
I am the prefix that can changes your being
within all of the drama I am the hierarchy you are seeing
you should try to make sense of the puzzle pieces you are missing…
Sierra Dinvil
Gold English
January 6, 2011
Language Essay
“And what would you like to order?” the
waitress asked as she patiently stood over our table.
“Can I have a Chicken Quesadilla with –“
I paused, taking my eyes from the Menu to look at her. She looked back at me with a
puzzled look on her face, holding her hand up to her ear, and leaning further
in towards the table.
“She’ll take a chicken quesadilla with no
guacamole sauce,” my dad said quickly before I could even repeat myself.
“You need to learn to speak up,” my dad
said sternly. The waitress,
and everyone else let out a quick giggle, but I didn’t find anything
funny. As she continued to
take my table’s order, I thought about what my dad said. This isn’t the first time that he’s
told me this. It
actually happens every time we go out to eat, or any time we’re out in public. I used to think that this was a
simply a problem that I had in restaurants, but I eventually realized this
problem occurred everywhere.
After we left the restaurant, I became
more self-conscious of my speech.
When I got home, I went straight to my room to practice making my voice
projection louder. After
about an hour I stopped, and was very proud of the progress I thought I was
making. I then started to go
downstairs to talk to my mom.
“Do you know where my navy blue pants
are?” I asked as I slowly began to walk down the steps.
“What?” she yelled back at me.
“My jeans! Do you know where my jeans
are?” I said with an attitude.
It made me a little upset that she couldn’t hear me the first time.
“I can’t hear you,” she yelled back
again.
“Either walk all the way downstairs or
talk louder!” I couldn’t believe it. All that time I wasted in front
of a mirror and still showed no signs of progress. I went back to my room and sat on my bed. I couldn’t understand how even
when I yelled my voice wasn’t loud enough. Richard Rodriguez once said, “Linguistic difficulties
have no serious consequences” insinuating that even if you have a hard time
with your speech it is unlikely that you will be penalized for it. My life at
the time was proof against his theory.
I had been dealing with this problem for
years, and couldn’t figure out an effective way to fix it. As a result of being so
self-conscience of my speech I refrained from speaking in public. I started to think about this
effected not only my personal but life but my school life as well. I began to think back to my
latest report card. Teachers
would constantly give me B’s and C’s in the participation portion of my grade
because I would hardly ever contribute to classroom discussions. However, whenever I did grow the
courage to raise my hand to answer a question or contribute to the class, they
would ask me to repeat myself or cut me off mid-sentence to tell me to talk
louder. I hated that. It started to become annoyed
after a while, which made me stop participating altogether. Another result of my poor
projection was that I would receive low scores when presenting something
orally. Oral presentations
were the one part of school I hated the most. As soon as I would start presenting, I could
immediately tell no one could hear anything I was saying. Some would look at me with
puzzled faces, some would break off into conversation, and others would just
find something else to do.
Throughout the presentation I would constantly try to raise my voice but
I would never have any luck.
This caused me to think further into my future, would people not listen
to me because I couldn’t speak loud enough? Would they be able to respect me and take me
seriously? No one really
listens to someone who has a soft voice.
So much power is given to the force
behind a voice. It’s lets
people know that your serious about what your saying, and they need to
listen. Have you ever heard
of some one robbing a bank saying, ”Excuse me… but can you give me all your
money” in a soft voice?
I don’t think anyone would take him seriously and a few people may even
laugh at him, but If he came busting through the door yelling
“GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY!” then he would
get more of the response he was looking for, he would be taken seriously.
Knowing this, I also want the ability to
put meaningful force not only behind what I say, but how I say. I want people to take me
seriously, and not to ask me to repeat myself several times before they can clearly
hear me. Projection is a
skill, and a lot more then how you speak. Since then, I have been working on my voice
projection, making sure that everyone can hear what I have to say. I’ve found a way to put power
behind my voice and I wont give up until I have perfected the skill.
I do the work I do because it is what fits most with what I am thinking at the moment. I don’t think about anything else but what I want to do. I may receive certain requirements for whatever project I am working on, but I turn those requirements into my requirements. For this project, we were given the opportunity to choose whatever we wanted to do for the quarter project.
The way I chose my project was pretty simple. I was not done with the project from the last quarter and I was curious to know what it would look like if I had finished it completely. I also wanted to continue the experience of a sewing machine. It took me about four months to complete this bag whereas if I was using an electric sewing machine it would have only taken me a couple of days, one week at the most. I also chose these tools because I have never sewn anything before. I’ve always wondered how well I would do on my first time sewing something together. Using empty Capri Sun pouches, a needle, thread, a hot glue gun, and old bag handles from a different bag, I created a hand made Capri Sun tote bag.
-"At SEPTA, we too find ourselves in a position of uncertainty. Regional unemployment has eroded ridership gains in prior years, while a sudden shortfall in state transportation funding has left a $110 million gap in SEPTA's capital program. Constraints have resulted in cutbacks on previously-planned projects funded through the operating and capital budgets."
I think one thing we would have done differently is find ways of where we could fund for these 'shortfalls'. I think this is such an important topic though because public transit have so much to do with our sustainability as a community and how much it impacts all our lives. Now that gas prices are hiking up, many people may now have to rely on SEPTA more than ever before. We need to "a more affordable, socially responsible, and environmentally friendly way to travel". And with more people (not just Teila and I) become more aware and involved, we will be able to achieve it.
“I don’t like him!” She tried to hide her
awkward smile, but I saw through her lie. We were the loudest people on the
usually quiet trolley. I never realize it until all eyes are on our conversation.
“Oh my gosh, you are such a liar. I hate
you and your lies.” I said to her in a serious voice. I couldn’t help but laugh
after I said it. She laughed back, but her laugh said it all. It was the
“Amanda you so crazy laugh”.
Then she actually said it “You are so
crazy, but I do a little. I just don’t want to anymore.” I laughed at her. I
hear those words everyday “Amanda you are so crazy”. I completely agree with
that statement, those words not only describe my speech, but also my actions.
It’s strange, but I only hear these words from my friends.
“How has your winter break been?” My Great Aunt Linda asked me
when I was over her house for the traditional Christmas dinner.
“The break has been wonderful. So far, I
have completed all my homework and my mother and I have watched a few movies.”
I replied in a light, yet sweet voice. Then I smiled, and put on a complete
“I-am-such-an-angle” act. My family always falls for it .I could also see
something else in my aunt’s eyes when I talk; judgment.
“Our family looks down on us because I am a single mom. They
pity us and they don’t think I raised you right. That’s just our family, get
used to it.” My mom stuck this idea in my head when I was young. I grew up
trying to be better than my families perception of me .I couldn’t be relaxed
around them. I had to be perfect, I had to show them that my life was
completely normal and that I was intelligent.
According to James Baldwin “You have
confessed your parents, your youth, your school, your salary, your self-esteem,
and, alas, your future.” In simpler words the way a person speaks, the
vocabulary they use and the accent they have, can tell all about a person. For
instance, if a person always talks with words that aren’t in the dictionary and
their grammar is completely wrong, then most likely this person didn’t go to
one of the best schools and probably works a minimum wage job. This could also
mean that their parents didn’t push them enough or that they have too low of
self-esteem to really believe in them selves.
Since I believe this quote to be true, I
am afraid to use slang or just say whatever is on my mind around my family. Using
slang will prove what they already think is true, that I am not educated well
and that I pretty much live in poverty. My family believes that because I never
went to the most expensive private schools or had a father in my life to
support me. My guard always has to be up around them, I can’t just let lose and
be goofy. I have to be proper and always watch what I say.
I was always the youngest in the family. The
only other girl in the family near my age was about six years older than me. I
was out casted because of such an age difference. My cousins didn’t want to
have a deep conversation with me; I was to young too talk about anything
relevant to their lives like dating or high school. I knew from a young age
they didn’t want me around. I could just tell by the stares that pierced me
whenever I walked into the room.
“Hello” Glenda my oldest cousin asked
while going in for an awkward hug. She didn’t say it as if she cared, it was
just something to say to break the tension between us.
“Hello …”I go in for the unwanted hug and
then pulled away quickly. She stared at me.
“How have you been?” I said swiftly, I wasn’t used to these
word. “What’s up?” is what I say to my friends, she wasn’t my friend. She was
far from one.
“Great.” Anywhere but here, it was like she was thinking out loud. Glenda
walked to the other side of the room as soon as her mom peered out of the
kitchen. I didn’t know what to say, it was strange because I always have
something to say. I always felt this way around my mom’s half of the family.
I couldn’t help but to notice that I
wasn’t myself around people I wasn’t comfortable with. With my friends I felt
like I could just be myself and talk anyway I pleased. I didn’t feel the same
around my family .It could be the fear of not being accepted by them or just
not knowing what to say in a conversation. Whatever the reason, I can’t help
but to code switch.