Love and Hate

Growing up in a home with a mom, grandmother, uncle, a cousin, a little brother, and a child of my own, is as horrible as it sounds. We have four bed rooms in the house, in each room somebody is sharing; except for the uncle he has his own space. When something is purchased in the home, everybody has to share, and pitch in, but that is not how it goes. Everybody does not pitch in. Then when the kids need help with their homework, I have to do it. The kids in this house, get called stupid, dumb all the time. Everybody never gets alone, somebody is always arguing. It is nothing but hate in this house. This life is a reflection of the girl across the street from me.

Foucault and Prison

I think that Foucault feels there is a reluctance to be rid of prison systems, because of the consequences that may take place if it was done. Crime rates do not stop because somebody gets locked up; they are increased because that’s the violence our society leads. When an inmate is locked up without education, they can still be violent within those cells. Not being able to see family for a prisoner is like torture. Like Foucault explains, “prison indirectly produces neglectful by throwing the inmate’s family into absence, and the children to abandonment”. Prison can never be under observation to maybe get rid of it because of its risks, and the safety of a person. Neglect can be done at a prison, but at the same time that’s the states punishment for a prisoner. I believe all prison should have some type of education, so the prisoners will not feel neglected.

The War Prayer

Honestly I read this story, and re-read it over and over again, and still do not understand most of it. I know, however, that it was a story named, “The War Prayer”, and it was rejected by Harper’s Bazaar. I tried to read the other war stories, but I really did not understand them either. However, even though I did not understand “The War Prayer”, I still enjoyed it, somehow, someway.

Family Events

My mom and dad, (when I was like ten years old), seem like the stress me out. I started doing badly in school; I would sit in my room and cry (some nights I would not know why). I distance myself from a lot of my friends. In all my pictured, you could tell I had some problems either at home or within myself, because I always looked sad. I mean I will always remember those moments, but since I have gotten older, I have learned to ignore the arguments.y could not get alone. They argued every day, all day about the dumbest things. But at the same time they argued, they would swear at each other. I took that as though my mom hated my dad, and my dad hated my mom and I was in the middle of it. All the arguing they did, it started to

Hip-Hop Changed the World

I do believe that some aspects of hip-hop do have an impact on my generation. Back in the 90s, 70s, and 80s, you could turn on the radio, and enjoy music without any explicit in the music. Rappers dressed different back in the day, mismatch clothes, baggy pants, bellbottom pants, and funny tops/shirts. Now the rappers in the 90s, and the 00s, their using profanity a lot more, more songs talk about sex, and the way they dress has changed. Wearing their pants below their waist has rubbed off on my generation. Kids are learning about sex earlier than they should; girls dressing like they have no home training are just ridiculous. More violence has occurred also because of the violence in the hip-hop world today. If the hip-hop was like it used to be, I think the world would be a different place than it is now.