Cynthia Matos March 17, 2014 Latin I Period 4 During the repression everyone had been suffering from lack of food, water, and nutrition, everyone but the rich. They would walk past us with their fine jewels, and riches while we sit here suffering from the debt the country has put us in, but the one person everyone had despised was our great king Fernan. He was the richest of the rich, and would walk around our town with his servants feeding him, rubbing his food in our faces while we starve, but one day he will get what he deserves. I gathered the towns’ people over to the town square garden for a secret meeting in talking about the rich. I stated, “Why should we sit here and suffer while the rich are treated with luxuries and jewels, because we are poor?
The site that I was working at for the week belonged to a man named David, his wife Maria, and their daughter. Upon arriving, I could immediately tell that poverty was a huge issue. The houses looked very run down and not fit to live in. It hit me very hard. There were tons of women sitting on the side of the roads trying to sell tortillas, fruit, or hand
'quiet zone' will really spark off your inner hulk. I travel with friends or family on the trains possibly once every two months. I also use buses almost everyday to school. Do you know what the utmost worst thing is about public transport? Worse than people with body odour standing with their pits in my face, worse than drunk people getting on and regurgitating half-digested chips?
I was afraid of heights, so at one time I told my parents that I was too scare to do it, but I had no choice because the tickets was already bought. On the day of the flight my family woke up at 6:00am and we were out the door at 7:00am. We have already packed 3 days ahead of times so that I knew I wasn’t missing anything as we head to Tan Son Nhat International Airport, located seven kilometers (4.3 miles) to the center of Ho Chi Minh City, and is the largest airport in the country. The ride that I had to get there has to be the longest ride I have been on. When I was on the car ride to the Airport it felt like time had slowed down and it was torturing me for how long it took to get there.
Which can be supported by the quote “[…] none knew he was in debt” (Prologue Chaucer 123). Many people didn’t leave their homes or went and moved far away from cities to avoid the plague. This happening caused many people to not attend their jobs and sell goods. Trading was also affected a lot from this plague; some cities even closed their shipping docks, scared that incoming ships would bring more of the Black Plague with them. The only people who enjoyed the black plague were the peasants as said in the quote “As the Black Death swung the balance in the peasants favor” (Routt).
We walked up a bunch of flights of stairs, which seemed like a million. We began on the 8th floor and worked our way up. I’ve gone to visit friends that live in public housing buildings and I know how bad they normally look and how bad their stairways smell, but this was something I had never witnessed. The stairways smelled like pure urination. As we walked across floors there was a bunch of trash on the floor.
In 2005, at the age of 15, my parents brought me to Santa Clara, California. Leaving everything behind in China, to start a new chapter of my life in the United States, was bittersweet. While upset about leaving my other relatives and lifelong friends, I was also full of hope and excitement for the possibilities and opportunities that awaited me. It did not take long for me to recognize that I was very different, in many ways, from my classmates, neighbors, and community. Would I ever feel comfortable?
The drive to the train, the commute to Grand Central Station, the taxi ride through the frozen traffic. It all just tends to blend together now, just one big journey everyday. Sometimes I ask myself how I still wake up for this everyday cycle, chewing my life away hour by hour just for a measly paycheck. Instead of driving my daughter to school, I’m stuck between a homeless person and a pregnant woman on public transit. This is what
The Irish were forced to live in the slums of the city. They were not allowed to live in the upper class parts of the city, mainly due to the fact that were of low income families. Again, they were restricted from many jobs, thus only allowing them to receive minimum income which forced, Gavin, (2000) “people to live in musty cellars with low ceilings that partially flooded with every tide. Old warehouses and other buildings within the Irish enclave were hastily converted into rooming houses using flimsy wooden partitions that provided no privacy.” ( Gone to America, para. 6).
Engl 100 Invitational Writing One of my scariest experiences with racism was back in 2008 when I first moved to Lawrence, KS and didn’t know my way around town. I was lost one night and decided to stop into a bar and grill restaurant to ask for directions. This was a huge mistake. As soon as I stepped foot inside, I heard someone yell out “Hey! This isn’t the Chinese buffet, get out of here!” Afterwards someone else shouted “China doll, why don’t you come sit on my lap.” I was too terrified and ran out of there and sat in my car, crying and shaking.