Social media has involved into an open diary for the world to see through someone’s post. Our world is verbally changing. These sites and applications have transformed communities into nonverbal texting societies. Social Media encourages us to interact with one another around the clock but it also causes us to be disconnected. This technology allows one to hide behind text, tweets, emoticons and status’ and allows the receiver to make up an emotional illusion that the sender perceives. This misinterpretation is one of the ways it effects relationships. If teens today have a problem with someone or an altercation they would rather talk it out in a text than talking on the phone or meeting up with that person. A study shows that texting and using other types of instant messaging such as Facebook or email can actually hurt rather than help relationships. On a survey that was recently done among 70 Snow College students, it was shown that 89% of those surveyed have had an argument with a significant other through text messaging or Facebook. Although texting is a handy tool, it lacks tone, emotion, facial expressions, body language, and eye contact. It is likely that the message can cause misinterpretation, misunderstanding, and even deception. The word ‘whatever’ is commonly misinterpreted because it has more than one meaning. In the survey, 42% said that they had a relationship with a boyfriend/girlfriend end, or be seriously affected by an argument they had through texting. Among the 42%, nearly all of those said that the argument, had it been held in person, could have been resolved. ( Drayton Ball ) Arguments can be solved much easier if you just meet up in person rather than text. Face-to-face confrontation allows one to see body language, eye contact, and emotion that way the message is not misleading. Misinterpretation doesn’t just happen through text with an argument but also with regular conversions. Like say, a girl gives a guy her number that wants to text. If she never met him is no way she would know that this guy could like her. She would call it being nice, and he might think she’s flirting. Now that could cause an awkward situation if she decides to meet him, because he perceived that he had a chance with her.
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I chose to write this paper because the personal paper I wanted to write didn’t have the research to support it. I want to write about if my birth control was driving me crazy, but I couldn’t find the proof. So I switch to negative impacts on teens through social media. During that research process a lot of articles came up but they were mostly blogs, people opinion. So I decided to write about how I know that social media ruins relationships and friend ships. Friendships are relationships just without the duty to have to visit them all the time. I had a lot to say about how teens uses social media but I guess nobody, in the help of structuring my paper, didn’t understand where I was coming from. Little did they know that’s was the point. They do petty things that are ridiculous on social media because it helped them hide behind their words. Or in finding out if there’s some gossip you go to the profiles lurking! In the root of it all social media creates a lot of gossip because people put their life on display. Making easy to lurk, picking up dirt on a person and finding “the scoop”. After all this madness on rather they find anything do you think that the person would go to their friend or partner to talk out their insecurities? No they send messages and messages are misleading. . Although texting is a handy tool, it lacks tone, emotion, facial expressions, body language, and eye contact. It is likely that the message can cause misinterpretation, misunderstanding, and even deception. In the root of explaining this point, because I know I’m a victim in participating in these events; I asked around and google to see what other people was calling it. I just couldn’t find the right words without sounding a little uneducated in a way. I felt like that because these activities usually end in an unnecessary ignorant outcome. I’m a very critical thinker. Ounce I say or write something I always see how I could write it better or what direction it’s going to take me. That’s why I bounce around so much when my mind starts to wonder. I could of wrote about some much inspirational an worth telling but with the short time I had I had to finish what I started. Making this paper difficult for me because it wasn’t personal to me I just want to get it done. I could of wrote about what I was going through these past week of the assignment but that would be a book, that was way too personal. With all the frustration I had with this paper, I don’t have any “take-aways”. Suggestions for future research topics: Do not wait till the last minute, Find something interesting before your supposed to start the assignment, Come to class every day; even if your confused and haven’t started , don’t be afraid to ask for help. This documentary brings together the thoughts and opinions of some of the world’s leaders in nutrition and natural healing. It argues that we live in a world of failing health care systems, where the focus is on symptoms of disease rather that the causes of disease. It’s a world where we are constantly being told that there is a ‘pill for every ill’. And along the way, somehow, the use of nutrition as a cure or preventative solution has gotten lost. The documentary asks what happen to the belief held by Hippocrates, father of medicine, that ‘Let Thy Food Be Thy Medicine, And Thy Medicine Be Thy Food.’ The answer is that there is no money in wellness, only in ill health. As leading nutritional advocate Andrew Saul says ‘good health makes a lot of sense but not a lot of dollars’.
The movie Food Matters was a very venerating film. The films main purpose was to give the audience an inside look on how the food we conceive is harming us. The quote that the movie is based on is “Let the food be thy medicine, and let thy medicine be thy food.” It is to believe that what you eat can play a big part in how you survive. I will be giving a few quotes from the film, and explain why I agree with the film makers
“Once quarter of what you eat keeps you alive, three quarters of what you eat keeps your doctors alive.” This quote is whole heartedly. The amount of chemicals used to process our foods are ridiculous. It has gotten so bad that even our healthiest foods are not giving us the nutrition they should. The movie states that with the right diet so many illnesses can be cured or maybe even prevented. Chronic Malnutrition is what the film states we are doing o our bodies. The vast decreeing of pesticides they spray on our food and how we get our solids ready for crops is damaging to us. They inject our food to try and make it “better”, if they would have left it alone in the first place it would have the nutrition needed. I feel as though farming needs to go back to how it was before. We are killing ourselves and the country seems not to care, “Good health makes a lot of sense, but not a lot of dollars!” in other words, they won’t change the way they crop our foods. To me this statement means if we keep eating bad and keep getting sick doctors make money. Health people don’t need medicines. Approximately 106,000 people die each year from properly taking pharmaceutical medicine. This needs to change. It’s sad to learn that we are basically killing ourselves. I agree with the films purpose. We need to change all the quotes in my paper around. The most important should be. “Three quarters of what you eat keeps you alive, One quarter keeps your doctors alive.” I hope this movie gets shown worldwide and that we the people chose to make a change. In class we looked as a picture of a lady with her children. My professor asked us to analyze the picture and try to describe what was going on. What conditions she was probably going through text, context, and subtext. I thought that it was a lady in the picture but some of the class debated that it looked like a man. I thought the family lived in a 3rd ward country, going through poverty because the house wasn't clean; there were scrapings on the wall. The baby crib was rusted and one of the baby's was naked. A light was on so I inferred that they had electricity but not water. They look as if they haven't taken a bath in a while. At the end of questioning my professor informed us that this was a family in America in present time. We also watched the movie Food Matters. Food Matters is about how we don't get enough nutrients in our diet and that if we did we wouldn't have to rely on pharmaceutical drugs to get better when we sick. The things we eat, we don't have any idea what's exactly in it. If people would pay attention to their nutrition that there would be less sickness. Our bodies are designed to heal itself but how if we are not giving it the building blocks to do so? If you don't give your body the right things your body can’t do its job. How can you hang a picture on a wall with a nail if you don't have a hammer? They made a point that nutritional therapy is illegal in America. Therefore to fix a sickness, doctors prescribe pharmaceutical drugs. That's because they spend billions of dollars on drug advertising that sells, and nutrition doesn't make as much. My Room for Debate topic that I chose was "Whose work is homework?" Should parents help their children with their homework? Or do they end up doing more harm than good? My brother and I are a perfect example to this probable cause. When I was little my parents set a place, a set time and a set way to do my homework. I had to sit at the dining room table, do my homework after I changed out of my uniform, and my time frame escape would equal to an hour or two because I know afterwards I want to go outside. The challenge was to finish my homework in time for me to still have time to go outside and play with my friends before the street lights came on.
But with my brother they don't really help him with homework due to their shifts at work. My mom works during the day, and my dad works at night but he sleeps during the day. After he cooks dinner he goes back to sleep so homework help is neglected. In result my brother doesn't ask question to whether his right or wrong. He doesn't ask anyone to check it and when it is check it’s a bunch of chicken scratch. He just submits whatever and doesn't put any effort in his work. To the point I had to ask him if “Do your teacher even check your homework?” Therefore I agree with Erika A. Patall -an assistant professor of educational a psychology in the College of Education at the University of Texas at Austin- she says," When it comes to helping with homework, education and psychology research suggests that it all depends on how parents become involved. When kids feel like homework has value and doing it is their own choice, it will seem more interesting and leads to greater achievement. I agree that a parent help can backfire when it involves in providing instruction on homework content. Parents will support their kids' school success when they communicate and help students develop a homework routine. By having that set place, time, and way to complete homework, they can overcome challenges while doing homework, take more responsibility for learning, and do better in school. It’s modeling study strategies, helping your child set goals and make plans for completing homework. When a child struggles with homework, parents sometimes have an instinct to take control by using commands, incentives, or doing the work themselves. That creates this laziness in the child when it comes to homework, it becomes a chore, which make the child uninterested. Instead of that instinct, the parent should explain why even the most hard or boring homework can help the child in the long run accomplish personal goals. In revising my paper I feel as though my paper is very elementary. This process made me want to enhance my vocabulary. I know I have potential to be a writer, but my grammar is a mess. The purpose was to write a creative nonfiction essay that explores the past month of my life. I decided to write about my experience attending my father final court date. Pouring the event on paper a theme of stress and anxiety came across and set the tone of my experience to the event. The social system of the event helped my life because I realize that I help people before I help myself. Maybe I found the reason why I don’t have the things I want or is on the way of getting the things I want. Experiencing a major change in a relationship I had with my dad and my step mom, made it harder to focus on my writings. Everyday could have been a new story, and they all were attached to this main scene of my dad’s court date. The style of this creative piece is supposed to both blend narrative and expository writing by showing and telling text. Showing text is writing the scene with descriptions that make the reader visualize what is happening. Telling text is background information that you did not include in the description of the scene. It also brings the reader in a full circle as a clue to what or why this scene occurred. For an example in my story, I added a scene about a guy that went before my dad with the same lawyer.
“The first case was for this twenty-one year old even though he looked thirty-In my opinion- he was charged with violating his parole and drug possession. He had got caught in the middle of a sale. His whole family was there with him and he had the same lawyer as my dad. “Oh please judge I’m so sorry and I promise I won’t do it again it time to focus on my family and my unborn child. I don’t want to be in trouble anymore.” He walked away with 8 years of probation.” I added this in so that I could show why I felt so uneasy to how the judge would react to my dad’s case. I explained how in the next few sentences. “The judge said “ If I see you again in this courtroom for anything even a ticket, dirty urine, anything you will serve that time in jail, up state!” listening to the judge made me worry about the fate of my father.” At one point of my paper, I lost the reader with a conversation. The conversion didn’t make sense, like random people talking. EX: “Ricky R. Collins” I couldn’t hear anything else but his name and he took the stand. “You know he’s charge with having eight grams of cocaine the minimum is 1-3 years. This is not the first time he has been in trouble. The 1st in 1990 that was drug related and the 2nd in 2010 for having dogs in a dangerous living condition. Now this and he had got off on probation for every single one. He’s obviously didn’t learn his lesson. Therefore probation should not be granted in this situation.” As she fix her suit jacket and took her seat with a look that stated “It is what it is so what you got to say judge?” “Mr. Collins has been moving forward since his arrest. He’s applied to several job applications that I have here. Printed the many emails stated they have accepted his applications. He’s a family man with his daughter here with him now” stating as he pointed at me. Felt like everybody turned and looked at me. He continued “he is ready to be a legal working man. He has worked and did some work at his dad’s contractors. Mornings he takes his youngest daughter to school, and picks her up at 3:15 every day. So house arrest will be appropriate for this occasion because it will allow him to work and be off the streets.” “Mr. Collins do you have any last words?” the judge asked. He didn’t even look at him in waiting for a response. The courtroom temperature dropped all of sudden it felt colder than my dad spoke. “Judge I can give you my word that this is my last time. This is not the life I want to neither live nor show my kids. Everything I do I do for them. I’m sorry and I promise you won’t see me again.” He stated followed by a deep breath. I then realize that I had to add something to connect the reader back. I had to add a perspective of my dad not just through the courts eye. - Thanks to my professor input. - I added this instead: As she fix her suit jacket and took her seat with a look that stated “It is what it is so what you got to say judge?” The lawyer jumped in “Mr. Collins has been moving forward since his arrest. He’s applied to several job applications that I have here. I printed the many emails stating they have accepted his applications. He’s a family man with his daughter here with him now” stating as he pointed at me. Felt like everybody turned and looked at me. He continued “he is ready to be a legal working man. He has worked and did some work at his dad’s contractor business. Mornings he takes his youngest daughter to school, and picks her up at 3:15 every day. So house arrest will be appropriate for this occasion because it will allow him to work and be off the streets.” “Mr. Collins do you have any last words?” the judge asked. He didn’t even look at him in waiting for a response. The courtroom temperature dropped all of sudden it felt colder than my dad spoke. “Judge I can give you my word that this is my last time. This is not the life I want to neither live nor show my kids. Everything I do I do for them. I’m sorry and I promise you won’t see me again.” He stated followed by a deep breath. Yeah my dad sold drugs but he did it because when he got arrested he lost his nursing job. Back then he couldn’t get his job back after his arrest. Things are different now. He can have a job with his record. He never stopped because it paid the bills and made sure we had what we needed. I am sure this is the last time. I saw it in his eyes when he looked back at me before the judge spoke. I believed him. Before I start writing my paper I try to clear my mind completely from anything that can come in between me going back in that memory. I like to play soft music in the background, that way my words come out as swiftly as the words of the song. Hype music is kind of distracting. I also like to be by myself or not to close to people. The best time for me to work on my paper is right after class. I can add all the things that are needed and ideas just come pouring out so I got write in the library. In the library I try to make sure that I’m in a place where there are less people and I have enough space to write in my bubble. I like to just zone out and type. I feel like the keyboard helps me get my words on the paper. I don’t like writing it. My handwriting on paper starts to change by the paragraph or page. I have more errors then good sentences. I have a problem with writing at the bottom of the paper so I waste paper because I stop mid way down. At the computer I have everything. I have the word document and the internet for my music. When I started writing I thought that this paper was suppose to be totally different. I had plotted out these events that can show the theme of my anxiety and stress in my writing. After I talked it over with my professor he suggested that I should just stick with what I wrote. This made me gained a problem because I felt like I then lost my purpose in my paper. What’s the ending? Before I start writing my paper I try to clear my mind completely from anything that can come in between me going back in that memory. I like to play soft music in the background, that way my words come out as swiftly as the words of the song. Hype music is kind of distracting. I also like to be by myself or not to close to people. The best time for me to work on my paper is right after class. I can add all the things that are needed and ideas just come pouring out so I got write in the library. In the library I try to make sure that I’m in a place where there are less people and I have enough space to write in my bubble. I like to just zone out and type. I feel like the keyboard helps me get my words on the paper. I don’t like writing it. My handwriting on paper starts to change by the paragraph or page. I have more errors then good sentences. I have a problem with writing at the bottom of the paper so I waste paper because I stop mid way down. At the computer I have everything. I have the word document and the internet for my music.
When I started writing I thought that this paper was suppose to be totally different. I had plotted out these events that can show the theme of my anxiety and stress in my writing. After I talked it over with my professor he suggested that I should just stick with what I wrote. This made me gained a problem because I felt like I then lost my purpose in my paper. What’s the ending? i cant find the ending its driving me crazy but i rather leave it alone then to mess up the paper. Here is the introduction to my Creative Nonfiction Essay so far.
Court. I never been to court before and I don't ever want to go again. I only went because my dad told me I had to. The building looks friendly until you walk around to the metal detectors with two security guards standing there with attitudes. There was an African American man on one side and a lady on the other side. I chooses to walk through the man side. He looked more pleasant. The lady was shouting “come on through put your things in the container, keys, change belts, all of it goes the container!” she was so loud the man’s line just followed the same directions. After going through the metal detectors we walked to the elevators. The elevators were in a short hall way with four on each side. The hallway was full of people rushing at the doors as soon as they opened. There were policemen, lawyers in their shiny clean suits, and victims probably praying that they won't end up in jail today. The elevators were tall gold and shiny but elevators didn't look wide enough for the people that were filling them up as they came. The police were everywhere that you would think I would feel comfortable around them but that was wrong. They gave me the most uneasy feeling. All I know I didn't want to be in an elevator with a lot of them. Just being in the hallways with them is enough. “Dad let’s wait. We need an elevator with less people as possible!” I said wishing that the crowd of people would soon die down. Once we got to the floor that my dad’s court room was on. There were people seated on both side along the hallway on like a little bench made into the wall. As we walked through it felt like a soul train line. But we wasn't dancing in the middle but we were tip toeing to the courtroom. As soon as we stepped foot into the courtroom, an uneasy feeling filled my stomach instantly. Like I just had the feeling that my dad was not leaving with me, but I still prayed for the best. I sat in the wrong row and a deep voice came from nowhere. “Excuse me but you cannot sit in the front row.” I moved, then looked at my dad. He was texting on his phone but the look on his face was a look as if he wanted to cry. He was trying to be strong, holding the emotions in. We were about 20mins early the court room was still setting up for all the cases they had today. It was a small room with four rows of pews in the bottom center and right for the jury. The judge sat in the middle in his grand chair. Beside him was a man and woman that I guess announced the judge and the prisoner or victim to the case. The was a mystery door to the left that was later solved. That door was for the people coming or going to jail. “All rise, court is now in session!” said that man on the left. Class
This week I had the most difficult time showing and telling a story. With any other paper I have done, I was sable to just type without thinking that I’m not doing it right. But with this I kept critiquing it before I just got it all down. I kept asking my self is my showing scene really showing enough? Am I being descriptive enough? Am I telling too much? Then for the fact that I though I finally understood it and it was so good. I went to save it and that’s when my heart dropped. The computer cut off. I was so mad I lost the motivation to write and kinda never went back to it. I wanted to shoot the computer screen all I had to do was pressed save and my paper would have been done. Then we went back over it in class and I got it down pack now and now I know how to treat my nonfiction essay. Discussing that my paper can but a blend of stories at long as it has a theme really shined a light on my though process. Immediately I created a vin diagram for my paper. Everything came to me, the event and there connections hit me at once. Home I have this list that I made to complete when I come home from wildwood this past summer time. The list includes: Job, College, My Permit, and Driver license. So I can wipe everything off this list but a job. I got my driver license this week omg I was shocked I passed on my first time I was so nervous. Because I knew my turning wasn’t all that good, but I was enough to pass. Plus the car I rented was one of those driver ed cars I don’t know why the brake felt so weird but it felt like there was something behind it, as if I could push it. The brake probably was weird because it link to a break on the passenger side for the instructor. The guy that showed me round the course first was such in a rush that we ran through everything. He was on the phone and trying to give me directions at the same time. I like damn can you get off the phone. Then the real instructor that passed me was so irked by time it was time for my test I think he just passed me because I only made minor mistake and his mind was somewhere else. I made two mistakes 1. My arm got tangled in my turning process. 2. When I parked I didn’t put my right turning signal going in and my left coming out. But for the fact that I recognize that when he asked me he let me go. I really thought I was going to have to come back and reschedule my test. |
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