A Different Lifestyle

When, I went on vacation to Hong Kong and Taiwan to visit my parent's family it was really weird. They all drove on the opposite side of the rode, and most of the people just rode mopeds or motorcycles instead of cars because their are so many of them. The people crossing the roads don't really look at where the cars are coming from or going to they just walk across the road even though cars are still coming and going down that street. Also, many people in Hong Kong and Taiwan stay up past midnight; they go out to things called night markets where people are shopping and eating and just hanging out around 2 or 3 in the morning. No one really sleeps where they are; however, in America most people are asleep by like midnight and no one just hangs out in the streets and goes shopping because nothing is even open at that time.
Also, living conditions are also different, most people in America live on houses, but people in Taiwan and Hong Kong mostly live in apartments with their families. Living in houses in their countries is like being wealthier there, but we see that differently. The common person in America mostly live in houses not apartments with a bunch of their family.

A Bronx Tale-The Community

The neighborhood that Collogero lived in was seperated into different parts and each part meant something and was respected. In Collogero's neighborhood everybody feared and respected Sonny. Sonny was part of a mob or gang that controlled their neighborhood( Italian). However, Collogero's father wanted nothing to do with Sonny and his gang but, he respected him. Although Collogero's father wanted to do with Sonny, Collogero was like a son to Sonny, he always listened to Sonny and always thought he was right. Sonny always got him out of trouble.
Collogero's neighborhood was seperated by a bridge and the next neighborhood over they were not not supposed to go through(blacks), it was an unwritten law that everyone knew. Each time an Italian or Black would go into another one's neighborhood they were looked at very differently and everyone we cuss them out and stare at them. However, Collogero did not want to be a part of it even though his friends would. He just went along with them so his friends wouldn't think he was a coward.

Wat Class or Groups Do You Belong To?

The other day in class we did an acitivity about different groups and classes we belong to in our society. In the middle of the page there was a circle we put our name in then around it, our teacher told us to draw a couple of circles and inside it; we wrote what main groups we think ourselves are apart of and what defines us. Then inside each circle we wrote what our job or role is in that group and we underlined one or two circles that we really think defines us as a person.
The groups I am part of is volleyball, Asian-American, female, track & field, family, significant other, friends, and seniors/ period 1 sal's sociology class. In each group I am a different role; however, some of the groups I do not have a role I am jut part of that group.
The roles I represent is that in volleyball, I am known as the one who always gets hurt A LOT! I just dive into everything; people, chairs, the stands, the curtains, and the wall. I am also the really outgoing one in track & field and in my different groups of friends. In my family I play a role has a daughter and a sister and cousin. In my significant other group I play a role has a girlfriend, and in my Asian-American group I just represent a small part of all those who are Asian-American. Last but not least in the group seniors/period Sal's sociology class I play a student.

Saliva or Spit? It's all the same

The day we discussed the short story we read, The Surivors of the F227, was the grossest day. Our teacher Mr. Salituro told one of our classmates to spit into a spoon. So gross. We were talking about the difference between saliva and spit and if we were dying would we drink that spoon of spit to survive. All of us were getting grossed out by the spit that we did not really care we just did not want to look at that spoon of spit anymore. We don't think about drinking others people spit when we share drinks, or share food, or have a kiss on the lips with a loved one. We just don't think about drinking one another's spit. But, when we see the spoon of spit we think differently, we just would not drink it. The way it looks it is just so gross, when we are sharing each other's drinks we do not look at the saliva around it we just drink the drink. Mr. Salituro, was explaining how everything is the same we are still drinking each other's spit even though we do not think about it and see it. It is just natural to us not to say, "Oh, I'm drinking your spit." However, when we see a spoon full of spit we just grossed out.

A Different Way of Life

i really liked the presentation that Colleen presented us. it was really different and very interesting to hear her prespective on a different country and the way they live. i thought it was really interesting that she really wanted to be part of this volunteer program and help the kids and the natives of tanzinia that are in need. she didn't put herself in front of others peoples need, she thought about them and the way they live and how they have less opportunities than we live in america.
the way many people live in the u.s. we take for granted. all we think about is "me, me, me" we have to think about other people who are less fortunate than us.
i'm happy for her that she decided to take this opportunity to help the natives of tanzinia, that was very thoughtful of her. in the future i really hope i get a opportunity like this to help other people in need of a better life. i understand that the opportunity would be challenging to get through to experience a different way to live, but sometimes you have to see the prespective in other peoples eyes.