• Funny
•Honest
•Native-American
•White
•Respectful
•Understanding
•Racial Equality
The words above are only 7 of hundreds of words and phrases that represent who I am and where I belong in life. I only listed 7 because if I wrote everything down it would take days. I think it’s the same for everyone, even if they don’t know it. Funny and honest are up there because to some people, I am a pretty funny dude. I also like to maintain a certain level of honesty among the people I live with. Native American and white are up there because those are the two races that I belong to. My dad is white and my mom is Native American. Respectful is up there because respect is one of my most valued beliefs. I do my best to give everyone the exact amount of respect they deserve, no matter how great or little respect it may be. Understanding is one because I was taught growing up that life for everyone just isn’t the same. There are people who have much better lives than me. Their futures are all set. There are also people that have way worse lives than me. I understand that lives can be different. Be glad with what you have. And finally racial equality. My mom was discriminated constantly by my grandma on my dad’s side of the family. This allowed me to experience racism first hand. I honestly hate racism. No person should have to suffer through the hell racism brings. These are the words that define me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Belonging in College
College is a huge step for everyone. Going to college makes you better at something and helps you get closer to your dream job, whatever it might be. I believe that to belong in college you must have certain traits, all ones that are the basics needed for common success. You need to be a hard worker, be honest, resourceful. Those are only three traits of so many that are needed when attending college.
I think that I have many of the traits needed to be in college, including the ones that I listed. I belong in college because I need it in order to be successful in a career. I am a thinker and a writer. I come from an ethnic group where very few of us go to college (but what else is new, right?). For anyone from any non-white background to get into college and succeed is great. Looking around at the other native-americans in my community, you see a lot of people who are poor, have no ambitions, are drunk, or possibly a combination of all three.
I think that I have many of the traits needed to be in college, including the ones that I listed. I belong in college because I need it in order to be successful in a career. I am a thinker and a writer. I come from an ethnic group where very few of us go to college (but what else is new, right?). For anyone from any non-white background to get into college and succeed is great. Looking around at the other native-americans in my community, you see a lot of people who are poor, have no ambitions, are drunk, or possibly a combination of all three.
Belonging
College is a huge step for everyone. Going to college makes you better at something and helps you get closer to your dream job, whatever it might be. I believe that to belong in college you must have certain traits, all ones that are the basics needed for common success. You need to be a hard worker, be honest, resourceful. Those are only three traits of so many that are needed when attending college.
I think that I have many of the traits needed to be in college, including the ones that I listed. I belong in college because I need it in order to be successful in a career. I am a thinker and a writer. I come from an ethnic group where very few of us go to college (but what else is new, right?). For anyone from any non-white background to get into college and succeed is great. Looking around at the other Native Americans in my community, you see a lot of people who are poor, have no ambitions, are drunk, or possibly a combination of all three. Sometimes it can be upsetting to see the people you are a part of exist in such a sorry state. However, to rise above the challenges set in a place like this means something.
I’m not saying that Native-Americans face the worst hardships of any ethnic group, but what I’m saying is that it is hard for people to be successful and for kids to have that drive to want to be someone important one day. Growing up I saw a lot of fights, kids swearing and everyone, including me, was getting into trouble. My parents saw what was happening to me and took me out of school and placed me in a different one. At this new school I was alone, at least at first. The kids there were different. They didn’t really fight, no arguments with the teachers, hardly anything that happened before.
This new school was the by far the biggest challenge I had ever faced before. Everything was different, and I had to understand a new way of school life. For the first month at the school, I was the loner. I spent my time doing nothing at school and all my grades dropped. I barely passed the 5th grade because of this. But after a while I looked at myself and realized that what I was doing wasn’t helping me at all. All I was doing was making life harder for me. So I talked more, joined the football team, and made a bunch of new friends. And each year I spent at the new school, I made more friends. I don’t really play football for my high school now, but the friendships I established years ago still remain strong today. And it was because I evaluated my situation 6 years ago and adapted to make life better for me and the people around me that I was able to be successful in and out of school.
The transition from the school on the reservation to a predominately white school was tough. I wasn’t used to being in a school not filled with Native American students. I had to adjust to my new life, and by making well thought out decisions, was able to succeed. I think that it is this example of myself that I believe I can survive in college. I can think, write, work hard, be honest, and make decisions I know will benefit me the most. Every college student needs to be able to do that. I can.
I think that I have many of the traits needed to be in college, including the ones that I listed. I belong in college because I need it in order to be successful in a career. I am a thinker and a writer. I come from an ethnic group where very few of us go to college (but what else is new, right?). For anyone from any non-white background to get into college and succeed is great. Looking around at the other Native Americans in my community, you see a lot of people who are poor, have no ambitions, are drunk, or possibly a combination of all three. Sometimes it can be upsetting to see the people you are a part of exist in such a sorry state. However, to rise above the challenges set in a place like this means something.
I’m not saying that Native-Americans face the worst hardships of any ethnic group, but what I’m saying is that it is hard for people to be successful and for kids to have that drive to want to be someone important one day. Growing up I saw a lot of fights, kids swearing and everyone, including me, was getting into trouble. My parents saw what was happening to me and took me out of school and placed me in a different one. At this new school I was alone, at least at first. The kids there were different. They didn’t really fight, no arguments with the teachers, hardly anything that happened before.
This new school was the by far the biggest challenge I had ever faced before. Everything was different, and I had to understand a new way of school life. For the first month at the school, I was the loner. I spent my time doing nothing at school and all my grades dropped. I barely passed the 5th grade because of this. But after a while I looked at myself and realized that what I was doing wasn’t helping me at all. All I was doing was making life harder for me. So I talked more, joined the football team, and made a bunch of new friends. And each year I spent at the new school, I made more friends. I don’t really play football for my high school now, but the friendships I established years ago still remain strong today. And it was because I evaluated my situation 6 years ago and adapted to make life better for me and the people around me that I was able to be successful in and out of school.
The transition from the school on the reservation to a predominately white school was tough. I wasn’t used to being in a school not filled with Native American students. I had to adjust to my new life, and by making well thought out decisions, was able to succeed. I think that it is this example of myself that I believe I can survive in college. I can think, write, work hard, be honest, and make decisions I know will benefit me the most. Every college student needs to be able to do that. I can.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Wise Words
We Real Cool.
We left school.
We Lurk late.
We strike straight.
We sing sin.
We thin gin.
We jazz June.
We die soon.
Gwendolyn Brooks
From "The Simpsons"
Bart: These uniforms suck!
Marge: Bart! Where did you learn to talk like that?
Homer (on phone): ...yeah Moe, that team last night sure did suck. They were the suckiest sucks I ever saw suck.
Marge: Homer!
Homer (still on phone): Sorry Moe, I have to go, my damn weiner kids are listening.
Bart and Lisa: We're not weiners!
Homer: Then why are you wearing those stupid uniforms?
Bart and Lisa: They made us.
Homer: Ohh... 'They made us...' ...That's loser talk! You should be more like my team...the future league champions of the world!
Malcolm X: Without education, you are not going anywhere in this world.
Malcolm X: A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything
We left school.
We Lurk late.
We strike straight.
We sing sin.
We thin gin.
We jazz June.
We die soon.
Gwendolyn Brooks
From "The Simpsons"
Bart: These uniforms suck!
Marge: Bart! Where did you learn to talk like that?
Homer (on phone): ...yeah Moe, that team last night sure did suck. They were the suckiest sucks I ever saw suck.
Marge: Homer!
Homer (still on phone): Sorry Moe, I have to go, my damn weiner kids are listening.
Bart and Lisa: We're not weiners!
Homer: Then why are you wearing those stupid uniforms?
Bart and Lisa: They made us.
Homer: Ohh... 'They made us...' ...That's loser talk! You should be more like my team...the future league champions of the world!
Malcolm X: Without education, you are not going anywhere in this world.
Malcolm X: A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Poverty is a Problem Worldwide
Poverty is terrible. People go hungry, they have no home, no money. We see these people on the streets, begging for change. This is how they get by. This is basically their only method for income. Poverty causes people to just lay in street corners and park benches to sleep. Sometimes when more fortunate individuals see them, the first thing that most commonly comes to mind is something along the lines of, "Gross. Whats that bum doing here?"
Now, keeping that thought in mind, think: How would YOU handle not having a home, no money or family/friends to help you? When that "bum" is sleeping on an old park bench, to him it might as well be a king-sized bed with a heat blanket in a 5-star hotel.
I think that poverty is a problem worldwide. Pretty much anywhere in the world you will be sure to find a few homeless people. A cruel fact about poverty is that children are often involved. Remember seeing those children on the T.V. commercials that are walking around a town, covered in dirt, no clothes, and a swollen stomach? That's all too real. The swollen stomach thing? It's called Kwashiorkor. In other words, malnutrition. Those children are starving to death. No hope, no dreams, no future. NO FOOD.
Poverty is a harsh reality, even in America. Poverty is most common in non-white groups. Mexicans, African-Americans, Native Americans, etc. There are hundreds of people suffering every day. Now think back to the bum that is just lying on a park bench. He's just one of millions of people suffering from poverty.
Now, keeping that thought in mind, think: How would YOU handle not having a home, no money or family/friends to help you? When that "bum" is sleeping on an old park bench, to him it might as well be a king-sized bed with a heat blanket in a 5-star hotel.
I think that poverty is a problem worldwide. Pretty much anywhere in the world you will be sure to find a few homeless people. A cruel fact about poverty is that children are often involved. Remember seeing those children on the T.V. commercials that are walking around a town, covered in dirt, no clothes, and a swollen stomach? That's all too real. The swollen stomach thing? It's called Kwashiorkor. In other words, malnutrition. Those children are starving to death. No hope, no dreams, no future. NO FOOD.
Poverty is a harsh reality, even in America. Poverty is most common in non-white groups. Mexicans, African-Americans, Native Americans, etc. There are hundreds of people suffering every day. Now think back to the bum that is just lying on a park bench. He's just one of millions of people suffering from poverty.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Fighting: Only for the Ring
Fighting is one way that individuals settle disputes. Some use fighting as an outlet for their anger or stress. I believe that fighting is good, but should only be done in a ring.
When I was growing up, I faced the usual people that believe in physical confrontation, even if it isn’t necessary. As a result, I got into fights all the time. It always ended up the same way. The kid and I would still have a problem with each other, meaning nothing was settled, and we both got into trouble. That’s when I viewed fighting as a lose-lose situation. However, I also noticed that I enjoyed fighting. I got a thrill out of it. There was something about it that I loved doing, though I didn’t know what it was, nor did I understand it. So despite knowing that the result would be no better than before, I got into fights with kids over stupid things, problems that could’ve been settled with a simple apology or compromise. And every time, I got into trouble.
All this fighting resulted in my parents taking me out of one school and placing me into another, where I didn’t really get into any more fights, at least not physical. For some stupid reason I craved to fight, I missed it. Eventually I came to realize that what I missed about fighting wasn’t trying to physically harm another person or settle problems with my fists. I just missed fighting. There was no one I wanted to hurt, there was nothing worth fighting for at the time. I just missed fighting.
On TV there’s tons of shows that have fighting on them. WWE wrestling, TNA, Boxing, the list goes on and on. One show that stuck out the most to me was MMA and UFC fighting. Individuals that trained in various martial arts styles, honed their skills, and brought them to an eight-sided ring, simply referred to as “The Octagon.” When I watched pros like Chuck Liddell and Anderson “The Spider” Silva fight, I noticed that they fought for themselves, to prove that they are the best and strongest fighters around. Their goal wasn’t as simple as hurting another person, it was to prove that they were the BEST. And when one fighter could no longer defend themselves, was knocked out or submitted to a hold, a referee watching could stop the fight, so rarely was another person hurt.
That’s when I knew that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to become a professional fighter. I didn’t want to get in trouble for something I loved to do. I do not believe in fighting to settle problems or just to hurt another person. I believe in fighting for yourself, against someone you know can fight too. I find no greater thrill than contending in a match, staring down someone who now becomes a challenge to you. I believe that fighting is only for the ring.
When I was growing up, I faced the usual people that believe in physical confrontation, even if it isn’t necessary. As a result, I got into fights all the time. It always ended up the same way. The kid and I would still have a problem with each other, meaning nothing was settled, and we both got into trouble. That’s when I viewed fighting as a lose-lose situation. However, I also noticed that I enjoyed fighting. I got a thrill out of it. There was something about it that I loved doing, though I didn’t know what it was, nor did I understand it. So despite knowing that the result would be no better than before, I got into fights with kids over stupid things, problems that could’ve been settled with a simple apology or compromise. And every time, I got into trouble.
All this fighting resulted in my parents taking me out of one school and placing me into another, where I didn’t really get into any more fights, at least not physical. For some stupid reason I craved to fight, I missed it. Eventually I came to realize that what I missed about fighting wasn’t trying to physically harm another person or settle problems with my fists. I just missed fighting. There was no one I wanted to hurt, there was nothing worth fighting for at the time. I just missed fighting.
On TV there’s tons of shows that have fighting on them. WWE wrestling, TNA, Boxing, the list goes on and on. One show that stuck out the most to me was MMA and UFC fighting. Individuals that trained in various martial arts styles, honed their skills, and brought them to an eight-sided ring, simply referred to as “The Octagon.” When I watched pros like Chuck Liddell and Anderson “The Spider” Silva fight, I noticed that they fought for themselves, to prove that they are the best and strongest fighters around. Their goal wasn’t as simple as hurting another person, it was to prove that they were the BEST. And when one fighter could no longer defend themselves, was knocked out or submitted to a hold, a referee watching could stop the fight, so rarely was another person hurt.
That’s when I knew that’s what I wanted to do. I wanted to become a professional fighter. I didn’t want to get in trouble for something I loved to do. I do not believe in fighting to settle problems or just to hurt another person. I believe in fighting for yourself, against someone you know can fight too. I find no greater thrill than contending in a match, staring down someone who now becomes a challenge to you. I believe that fighting is only for the ring.
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