Be Proactive, put yourself in the driver’s seat of life and take responsibility for your life. That was an obvious declaration in order to push my life forward, nothing will change in your life if you allow yourself to wallow in a deep sense of pity. I never did allow myself to just give up on all my hopes and dreams. I recited the quote from Finding Nemo “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming,” and continued to go with my unfailing optimism: failure is only a stepping stone on the path of success and rejection will only bring you closer to a yes, when I attempted to complete my video interviews for the group sociology project. I sang to myself just put one foot in front of the other. I continue to attempt to be proactive by applying for scholarships, getting a job, trying to save money for a car and learning how drive from a friend but all that came to a screeching halt, as it seemed I had only made a bad situation worse.
Dearest mother sent me to a college that she couldn’t afford and one that I had no interest in going. I took full advantage of the experience as best as I could. I always sit in front of the class, did my work, paid attention, got a job, did community services, joined a bunch of clubs, and took a break from all the clubs. Now, I was thinking of rejoining the different clubs and getting a second job as an English Tutor in order to save money, to buy a used car, because being trapped in Tuskegee and having to walk is not an enjoyable experience to say the least. The proactive voice in my head could not prognosticate this future. My single-parent family makes too much money. My mother supposedly capable of raising eight children on her paycheck and her son working a job wasn’t helping at all. The result is two-thousand dollars is removed from financial aid. The adjective irate doesn’t suffice my frustration, when I heard the trite statement from my parents “You don’t listen!” It was like college, was an unending torturous experience in the twilight zone. Just the thought of the self-entitled adults, whose parents could afford to pay ridiculous amounts of money, for sub-par effort from there children made me angrier than the abusive boyfriend in a lifetime movie.I hate depending on people and being a dependent to tax services was a problem.
Depending on others to me, was waiting to be disappointed. “If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.” It was a quote that had been instilled from a young age as a need for independence and formation of self-identity grew within; however, it was silly at the same time. In this world of travel, foreign goods, and interpersonal relationships: no person is an island and synergy was in great demand in this technologically advanced world. America would be the perfect example, it consume a large percentage of goods per year yet hardly produce anything. I often felt a glass-ceiling in what I could I accomplish due to a strong need of self-reliance. I hated above all, asking for help. This strong need of independence is what has always surfaced in the manifestation of looking for job, doing things on my own, being completely alone and partly because I didn’t know any different way to operate.
I now face two possibilities, these being that I wouldn’t be able to enroll for a semester of college and have a six-month break, where I would vigorously work to save money, for a used car along with finally obtaining my driver’s license. The other possibility is that I would be enrolled in college for spring semester; however, this was dubious as result of not being able to pre-register for my classes due to financial holds, and most likely not being able to obtain the classes I need and being trapped in Tuskegee for another semester. Definitely something I didn’t look forward too. As you are reading this it’s probably obvious which option I prefer; nonetheless, I hope for the best, yet am trying to get myself prepared for the worst.
Reality television is a paragon of American the guilty pleasures, if there was anything that was a guilty pleasure of mine it would, be mint-chocolate-chip ice cream, but reality television would definitely be the runner-up. Reality television has changed the entertainment industry with both enlightening, informative, pieces of film, and damaged the entertainment industry with absolute garbage that has served as a modern roman gladiator fight, where combatants are not fighting to death, but fighting to find out the trite, question: Who’s the baby daddy? The question becomes, which do American viewers tune into: the disrespect, and moral decay of Jerry Springer, or a classical favorite of mine: The Next Food Network star.
Rock of Love, The Real World, Jerry Springer, Maury, Flavor of Love, and other garbage has served as pieces of entertainment, in my mundane life. These shows all have the same idea behind it: drama. Watching people fight, argue, scream, and yell, as a little bit of Carl Jung shadow spills out, enjoyable from the comfort of our couch. These characters behave as modern day gladiators viciously combating each other, for the prize of a man or woman’s attention as they spurt out utter nonsense about true love. The entertainment industry in some parts, has given its mind-numbing pictures that brings nothing of actual substance to its audience and that’s perfectly fine. I can’t pose an argument, against because it would be hypocrisy, as I continue to watch the drama unfold between housemates in The Real World series. Reality televisions was like the labeling on potato-chip bags to me: nobody just eats one, just like nobody is just going to watch one episode, something about this kind of reality television drags the viewer back, mesmerized by it all, giving people something to talk or obsess about.
Even with the infamous side of reality television, there is a side that’s informative, educational and a positive experience for viewers, the Amazing Race, Dirty Jobs, and Cake Boss. Buddy Valestro deals with his family, his passion of baking, all in the same place leaving a family man impression on the viewers, while he intrigues the audience with pieces of creative work, involving modeling chocolate, frosting, wheels, and art. The product is called a cake but with secret compartments and contraptions that go well beyond, that of which we call a cake at the local bakery. Dirty Jobs as Mike Rowe takes Americans to see jobs, they’d hate to have, and laugh as Rowe has to shove his entire fist down in a cow’s anus. The Amazing Race take viewers to look across the world, in a competition to see who can get their fastest, and simultaneously take the viewer on a ride of different cultures, while are ethnocentrism serves as a judge. Finally, reality television has brought both, interesting pieces of television varying from educational, inspirational and to that of moral decay that gives future generation’s bad role models, it all depends: what do you prefer to watch?
If there was a subject most of American’s held strong opinions on it would be abortion. Abortion is viewed in some cases as a child’s right to live and others a woman’s right to her own body. If the argument is defined properly the writer/speaker cannot lose. Politicians speaking complete nonsense on illegitimate rape, because women enjoy the oxymoron of legitimate rape. Women on the other-hand using abortion like it’s the McDonald’s drive through, billions and billions served. Someone has to draw the line in all the madness. Questions spring up on the chalkboard of my mind, that have ambiguous answers depending on the audience asked. When do we call it a baby, when the sperm hits the egg, when it develops into a fetus, or in the third of second trimester? In what cases is it acceptable for a woman to have an abortion? Why is abortion becoming a common practice in America?
I believe that abortion is unacceptable in almost all cases; the only case in which abortion is acceptable is when the woman’s life is in danger. Life is held in a mother’s womb. The possibilities of life are truly endless that baby could be the next Einstein, Martin Luther King, Bill Gates, Socrates, Hillary Clinton, and Oprah Winfrey. When a woman chooses to abort a baby it’s ending someone’s life before it ever began. I hold true the idea: It’s not who you are now, but what you can become. The strongest case against abortion I ever scene was a billboard, with the simple words: Your mother was pro-life. The thought festered inside of me like, a deep well had been sprung gushing open with new thoughts, a new viewpoint. I had never had a strong opinion on abortion before, but that billboard had changed my thought process.
What if I had never been given the gift of life? What if I never got the chance to live? What if I was never born into this world? Questions I think every man must consider, before thinking about convincing his spouse on aborting a child, and every woman must ponder. Though I am not a woman, and I could never fully understand the experience of PMS, or having a living entity inside of your body, I believe that life is a precious gift. I disagree a woman should not get an abortion even if she was raped, rape is a horrible experience, I agree, but life is one of the greatest experiences ever. Though life can be challenging, difficult, frustrating, and down-right disturbing, it’s through the challenges and struggles that each of us face that, makes us grow stronger and the small moments, of joy that is shared in conversation, pursing hobbies, learning new things, that makes it worthwhile. If a woman cannot afford to have the child, there is a loving home out there that will take care of that child. (or at least I hope so maybe I’m being idealistic) I continue to look at the big-picture for ever woman who’s womb is swollen, she holds the future, she holds the greatest and brightest stars inside, of her, she holds: philosophers, engineers, artist, dreamers, musicians, lawyers, and above all she hold precious life.
I read in my sociology book Society The Basics by John J. Macionis“A recent national survey asked a sample of adults the question “Should it be possible for a pregnant woman to obtain a legal abortion if the woman wants it for any reason? In response 42 percent said yes (placing them in the pro-choice camp) and 54 percent said no (expressing the pro-life position); the remaining 4 percent offered no opinion (NORC,2011:399). (Macionis,148). I found this shocking, that it was acceptable to 42 percent of participants to throw away another human being’s life.
-Are there actually loving homes out there for children to be adopted too?
-At what stage of pregnancy is a woman no longer allowed to abort?
-How many abortions happen in a standard abortion clinic per year?
"Practical Wisdom entails the sort of common sense that can get things done."
Jay Heinrichs Thank You For Arguing, (Heinrichs, 67)
I still remember the first, and only time that I’ve every cheated on a test. It was a spelling test, and I was caught looking at another classmate’s paper in grade school. I was placed in a small-corner by myself, sitting away from my grade-school class; I burst into tears, like a great dam, had broken, and flooded an ancient unknown civilization under the Pacific Ocean (sounds like the beginning of a novel). I still remember that moment vividly, and since then I have never cheated on any assessment despite, the many urges. The thought of just getting caught, and that moment in grade school paralyzes me, from every committing the action. In highschool friends devised elaborate ways in order to increase their grades on tests, and assessments, before the class period they actually had to take a test a student would, ask another student simply: What was on the test, and then cram shortly to get the best possible score. The most unique way a friend devised was using his digital wristwatch, by typing the answers into his digital wristwatch, he could score perfect 100’s (had to get 92’s and 95’s don’t want to look to suspicious) on every examination. Friends used their well-writing friend (Deshawn Marshall) essay’s, and tweaked, few words here and there in order to write an essay, and give the excuse, “We wrote are essay together.” The question becomes is it cheating or is it Practical Wisdom?
In one of my sociology class, the professor instead of grading the test himself, he chose to have the class grade their own tests. If this doesn’t send of the RED-FLAG of cheating, dishonestly, and making false scores, nothing will. Students are suppose pass the test to other classmates, making sure that their test doesn’t end up in their own hands, however, if ethos has taught us anything, their a major issue of lack of disinterest. Scholarships at risk, parental allowance may cease, and above all privileges may be revoked. When interest is high like die-hard Robert Patterson fan’s melodramatic attitude of Kristen’s love scandal, people can’t be trusted as a reliable source without some sort of bias. Cheating in college is like Courtney Love taking a breathalyzer test (why do we even play this game, when we all know how it really ends). I was no angel either; a student with an open book graded my test, while using the student behind him as a shield. I had earned a 98, but I earned it, but I didn’t deserve it. I’d rather honestly fail, then to cheat my way to success, if the professor cared though he would’ve of graded it himself. A student asked for their test so they could change their grade. I gave them their test, back and I didn’t feel responsible, one person can’t stop an entire class from cheating, and it wasn’t the performance of others that mattered, but mine & mine only. The last thing I needed was a goody-two shoes profile like Sandra-Dee in Grease.
The obvious justification classmates used was: This isn’t a part of my major, however, the whole point of education, was personal improvement in human capital, skills, and learning to learn not because of a grade, but because of personal search for edification. College is different than education, the main purpose of college was establishing a credential in order to separate the individual among thousands, in order to say “I survived the college experience, and came out with a degree!” College was different for every-individual for engineers it meant long nights doing excessive amounts of works, and solving equations, while to others it was a place of sexual immortality combined with drunken debauchery, that would make Greek God Dionysus blush. To some students going to class and homework assignments were merely background annoyances that didn’t require any attention. In general most of the student population fell between the two extremes. Student might choose to cheat on assessments for a range of reasons like: Is this class necessary for my major, is the time taken to study for the test going to give good results, does anyone truly understand the material in this class?
Practical Wisdom is looked as showing off your experience, bending the rules, and appearing to take the middle course. Practical Wisdom was demonstrated by students, who choose to cheat, by definitely bending the rules in their favor. The reality is that college is: stressful, with time constraints, friends, assignments, projects, papers, and extracurricular activities. Cheating serves its purpose to efficiently gain high-marks on examinations without the time requirement, or drilling jargon that ultimately isn’t related to the person major. What if the professor didn’t supply supplementary material such as a: study guide for students to learn the material? What if the professor never made notes, or presented the material in a fashion that was easily accessible to their students? In a perfect world professors, would perfectly teach the material, and student would perfectly learn the material, but this isn’t the case. Teachers and students all make mistakes.
Cheating is the new practical wisdom when used, correctly. Was it acceptable to ask students to learn such trivial data such as: What percentage of minorities don’t have health insurance with answers like
an entire book full of statistics, and trivia studying for the test, becomes a year-long quest of preparing for when Alex Trebek on Jeopardy asks a series of impossible questions. I didn’t blame my peers when they cheated on tests, in some cases. Life is full of responsibilities, expectations, deadlines, pressures, and problems that must be solved, and I couldn’t step in each of their shoes to examine their personal situations. I was jealous in some cases that I would never cheat. While I honestly, got an 77 others got higher grades like 82’s, 87’s, and 95’s with test teamwork. What did this grading system turn education into? Education where the effort and the actual higher level knowledge gained didn’t matter, but the score on a paper, that supposed demonstrated how much you learned was main priority, and with some of my professors negligence, I couldn’t blame my classmates for bending the rules in their favor.