Saturday, January 25, 2020

Of Mulattas and Mutts :: Personal Narrative Essays

Of Mulattas and Mutts Some poor white cracker made a little extra money by being a census man. His boss says, â€Å"What about them people down on Hog Key?† and the cracker says, â€Å"Them? Those people just a passel of niggers and injuns. What I have to go down there for?† His boss just gives him the evil eye. So he got out his skiff and poled on down to Hog Key. He was met by five shotguns. After begging for his life he finally got those people to understand what he was there for. And he went on home and marked that census up. He didn’t know what those people were so he just slashed great big M’s all over the page. Cause he heard that the old midwife Richard used to be a slave up Marion County way. And that his ma was a Choctaw Indian. And his son, Gene, King Gene they called him down there, the meanest man in four counties, had married up with a Seminole. Richard’s pappy was a dark as night negro man and was born and died a slave. That made every last one of them down on Hog Key great big M’s – mulatta’s down to the infant in his momma’s arms. We stayed M’s right up to the last census taken down in the swamps, right up to the time the US government took away what we had farmed and fished and hunted and built so they could make a park out of it. And all of a sudden we were W’s â €“ white, Caucasian. Cause we could always pass. Even way back at the beginning when Richard ran from that Plantation up Marion County way and joined up as a cook on a brig heading out of Key West. He could pass. But word gets round as it always does, flies across invisible lines and roosts in places it has no business. And a body has no choice but to accept the fact that being able to pass and actually passing is two different things entirely. So no one knew what he was, what his children were, what the rest of us to come would be and so they listed them all as M’s. And those folks down there in the Everglades just lived their lives as M’s, not really giving a damn anyhow cause they had each other and didn’t need the white man’s world for shit.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Reproductive Health Bill Philippines Essay

When I hear the RH Bill, What comes to my mind? I must say that I am in favor to this law in the Philippines . This law means having control of the growing population in the Philipines and this will lessen poverty due to the lesser family members. The law states that the people has choices to pick in starting a family like contraceptives, condoms, pills, IUD. This Bill will help people much especially the uneducated ones to know more information about family planning, prevention of abortion, sex education, prevention of HIV/AIDS and others. The poorest family may have the biggest family, now is the time for them to give education about controlling by approving this bill. I think this bill was aimed to the poor ones because they are the ones who cannot support their family and most of them has no education, this means more problem. This helps us to make the lives of the filipino future to be more productive. We are already in a modern world, many of the people know about sex. Even out of wed lock have sex, even friends have sex but the bill helps to control having birth and being safe. Most especially teens, they are the one mostly who are engaging in sex. By giving them proper explanation by their parents to be responsible and do what is right, do you think that their children will listen? Well, it’s up to them but parents should always be reminding their children to do what is wrong from right. Why do others are against it? Maybe because it’s also against the Roman Catholic Church and the beliefs of other groups. But people has their own right what they will do and what they want to believe and use.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

The Value Of Failure At A Program Called Sangamon Ceo

All my life I have been taught that failure is to be avoided at all costs. To learn the value of failure, I had to join a program called Sangamon CEO. CEO is a hands on, innovative business class that takes up the first hour of every school day from 7:30 to 9:00 in the morning. CEO gives high school seniors a look at the business world by meeting with local CEOs in the Sangamon county area and working to start their own businesses by going through all of the same processes that someone would have to go through to start a business in the real world.. Students come up with an idea, judge the feasibility of the idea, pitch the idea to others, write a business plan and work to start the business. All my life I was taught that failure is an†¦show more content†¦The project started with a discussion post where we listed ten problems and solutions. Then we came up with an idea and wrote a one-page pitch on the business of our choice. This was our first chance to fail without conseq uence. Nabih encouraged us to submit our pitches as many times as possible to him. He would then give us a grade along with feedback on how to improve. We kept making changes until the final submission was due. I failed on the first submission. I failed on the second submission. I failed on the third. I make a fair statement of saying that the rest of the class had the same outcomes for their pitches. With each submission I was missing the target. I did not have the right target market. I did not have the right pricing model or selling model. I did not explain the reason for my business well. Each piece of my pitch needed tweaks and revision to make it complete. I continued to craft and recraft my idea, making serious revisions so that my vision was well stated and clear. On the last day, with only a couple hours left before the final submission was due, I finally crafted what I wanted to say and it made sense. Nabih emailed me at 4:45 p.m. on October 14th to tell me what he thought of it, the final submission was due at 11:59 p.m.. He said â€Å"Good work, it is complete. Submit for your final time.† After weeks of stress, weeks of revision, and weeks