Society Today Argument Rough Draft

In the past five years society has made a turn for the worst when it comes to pre-teens and teenagers. society is showing that it is okay for 10 and 12 year olds to dress in skimpy clothing and as if they are 18 - 19 years old. Society is taking away their innocence, girls and boys that are 10 and 12 should be playing with barbie dolls and matchbox cars or action figures not walking the streets of the city at night or the malls looking for "hott guys" or "hott girls" to hook up with and have sex.

Girls walk the street looking hookers. Low-cut shirts cut off above their belly button, mini skirts barely long enough to cover their butts, and heels that give them and extra 5 inches in height. Boys wear these huge baggy shirts that could be used to make tents and baggy pants that they wear below their butts so their boxers show. Society is telling them its all about being "sexy" or being "gangster" . Parents don't seem to stop their children either. They let them run a muck and do as they please. how is this going to children anywhere in life?! Having sex with older men and women and having babies at an age where they shouldn't even know what sex is. They are just beginning to go through puberty at 12.

Sex should be the last thing on their mind or not even on their minds for that matter. Trying to talk to pre-teens and teenagers who life this life style is like talking to a brick wall. they don't want to hear it. What they know is what they believe. Maturity is not there. Some 14 year old's have the maturity level of a two-year old.

Trouble calls their name, getting into fights, joining gangs, doing drugs, drinking, partying. Some parents join their kids in the partying and drinking. These children don't have the role models that they need. Society is to blame. Sex sells is their motto and that's what they believe. They don't care about the innocence of these kids. Its just wrong.

These children should be given a positive out look on life, and role models who do good not bad. Life's are being ruined at the hands of society. Children should be focused on school and succeeding in life, not hooking up with random people and partying. No self respect anymore. Its all about who has the skimpiest looking clothes and who hooks up the most. Innocence is gone and is not coming back for a long time.

essay 5 ideas

I'm not completely sure what I want to write about for my essay. I have an idea. Abortion. There are quite a few of different opinions about it. negative and positive. I'm on the negative side. My mom is on the positive side. or about kids and teens today. babies having babies and kids learning from that.

Annotation Paragraphs.

Depression. A lot of people suffer from it. But what is it exactly. Depression is an imbalance of chemicals in your brain called neurotransmitters and neuropeptides. People who have depression have a hard time functioning from day to day without the help of antidepressants. The symptoms of depression are a wide range. Some of the symptoms are prolonged sadness or unexplained crying spells, significant changes in appetite and sleep patterns, irritability, anger, worry, agitation, anxiety, inability to concentrate, indecisiveness, unexplained aches and pains, and recurring thoughts of death or suicide. Those are only a few of the many symptoms.


Depressive episodes most often occur after stressful events such as divorce or death of a loved one. Depression can happen to anyone, it is not necessarily a genetic thing. Anyone can be diagnosed with depression. It is a hard to thing to hear and handle on your own. Doctors often suggest taking antidepressants as well as speaking with a psychologist to help you through your depression.



Antidepressants are medications people take to help with their depression. They are taken orally anywhere from once to three or four times a day. They are prescribed by your doctor and can not be found as over the counter medications. Antidepressants are prescribed to help improve your mood, sleep patterns, appetite, and concentration. Someone with depression who goes without antidepressants could end up killing themselves or others, live their life alone and sad, or not get out of bed at all.


Like every other drug out there antidepressants become chemically bonded to your body. If you stop taking them without consulting your doctor you will go through withdrawl. Just like all the other drugs : meth, heroine, cocaine, ciggarettes etc. the withdrawl sypmtoms get pretty bad. From shivers, cold sweats to rapid heart beats, nausea, vomitting, dizziness, confusion, and lashing out. Someone who is going through withdrawls is just as violent and scary as someone who is addicted to drugs and has depression. Anitdepressants help the chemicals in your brain to function properly and stopping without notice can do serious injury to yourself and others.

Yes they have a purpose. Their purpose as a drug is to regulate mood and diminish the severity of depressive episodes. They also help to make natural chemicals available to the brain. One of the important purposes of antidepressants is to help stop the thought of death and idea of suicide in patients. The risk of suicide is increased in adolescence adn young adults.

Side effects are the first thing everyone looks at when they get a new medication. Side effects are probably the most important thing to at when getting a new medication. The side effects for antidepressants are as followed: constipation, daytime sleepiness, diarrhea, dizziness, dry mouth, headache, nausea, sexual problems, shakiness, trouble sleeping, and weight gain. Flu-like symptoms can also occur if you suddenly stop taking the antidepressants without the help of a doctor.

Works Cited Page

"Antidepressants: MedlinePlus." National Library of Medicine - National Institutes of Health. Web. 09 Nov. 2009.

“Depression” Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance: Improving the Lives of People Living with Mood Disorders. 05 Feb. 2009 Web. 09 Nov. 2009.

Ferguson, Frank C. Drug Therapy. Lea & Febiger, 1962. Google eBooks. 19 Aug. 2008. Web. 09 Nov. 2009.

Ries, Richard. Assessment and Treatment of Patients with Coexisting Mental Illness and Alcohol and Other Drug Abuse (Treatment Improvement Protocol Serire, Vol 9). Grand Rapids: DIANE, 1996. Google eBooks. Web. 09 Nov. 2009.

Simon, Harvey, and David Zieve. "Depression." Health Source - Consumer Edition. 22 Jan. 2009. Web. 16 Nov. 2009. .

Welcome to Cancerland summary (thus far)

It's a terrifying experience having to wait around for results. You hope for the best, yet think of worst at the same time. What's to be done but sit and wait and look at the depressing but also supporting magazines, wall decorations, and music. It sets the tone for what your about to get yourself into.

The waiting game. The disappointment that comes with it. Aggravation starts to set in. Your mind is racing a mile a minute of others things that you have to get done, but your stuck sitting and waiting. When your able to leave you have the worst news and everything flees your mind and the only things stuck in it is Cancer.


In "Welcome to Cancerland" by Barbra Ehrenreich, she starts off with the same scenario. When the doctors let her leave the office she is not in the same state of mind as she was when she entered the office. This time instead of going over her list of to do things she is thinking about the one word Cancer.

Ehrenreich makes it less of a personal essay and more of an informative one. Her main focus is about the pink ribbon and teddy bears and how they represent the fight of chemotherapy and the life of breast cancer patients.

Antidepressants

Questions:
1. What is Depression?
2. What are antidepressants?
3. What is their purpose?
4. How do they work?
5. What are the side effects?
6. How severe can the side effects get?
7. Does your body become chemically dependent on them?
8. Who should take them?
9. What other warnings should be included on the label?




Just a little Humor to the subject.
Depression
Introspection>>Humor







Sources:
Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance (DBSA Website)

Antidepressants:MedlinePlus (MedlinePlus Website)

Assessment and Treatment of Patients with Coexisting Mental Illness and Alcohol and Other Drug Abuse (book)

Drug Therapy (book)

Article on Depression

Ethnography Final Draft

I walked through the door and all I could hear was the crying of babies "Mommy!" The teachers had soft soothing voices to calm the sad and anxious babies.

I had walked into the subculture of working in a daycare.

The relationships between the kids are just fascinating.


The end of nap time and beginning of the afternoon shift, my shift. It had been a rough morning-- the babies and toddlers didn't take long enough naps, ten minutes maybe. I knew it was going to be a rough afternoon. Once all the cranky babies and toddlers were toileted and had clean diapers on, they sat at the small yellow rectangular table and the little white square table with green legs. They sat in chairs just big enough for their small bottoms, and at just the right height to eat and drink without spilling anything all over the place. It's a dark, cloudy, rainy day so instead of taking the children outside to play we put a movie on for would hope to be a peaceful and calm afternoon. We should have known it wasn't going to be like that. It never is when the children don't take naps.

It was 3:30pm when all 17 children combined into the toddler room to watch a movie. Abraham had brought in Alvin and the Chipmunks. A very cute movie, Georgette, Caroline and I thought the kids would love it and watch it. Nope. They were so rambunctious-- it felt as if it was a Friday afternoon. The children were talking to each other about cops and robbers, two little boys were talking about "farting" and the youngest babies were crying for their bottles.

The room is quite big. Half of it is carpeted and the other half is vinyl flooring. The t.v. was plugged into the outlets in the kitchenette. The children sat spread out on the carpet, Georgette and I sat on the floor with the children. Sabrina sat on my lap while Yolanda sat on Georgette's lap. Caroline sat in a chair near the door to the middle room to answer the door when the annoying bell rang.

The day was dragging. None of the kids were leaving, it was getting late. I still had to clean.

4:30pm came, time for Georgette to leave. The kids got even more rambunctious, the boys were playing power rangers with each other and the girls decided they wanted to open up a beauty parlor and I was their customer. The kids might have been out of control but, their imagination is just fascinating. The games they come up with and play together. They can go on for hours playing. They will start off so simple and typical and then turn it into something imaginative and complex.

It is a great pleasure that all the children get along so well. The babies and toddlers stick up for one another and help defend one another. It is a true wonder watching an listening to conversations between kids.


The cutest conversation was between Sabrina and Edie. They were talking about their birthday parties and comparing their gifts. Both parties were princess parties. For a second I forgot they were only 5 years old. They were having an in-depth conversation as if they were in their 20's. They really get along great together.

The room is set up nice and cozy. It doesn't feel like a daycare room. It feels like a family room in a house. With the television table and chairs, a fire place ( which is non-working and has a kitchen set in it), a shelf full of toys, and a toy box full of stuffed animals. And lets not forget the nice bright white refrigerator. The blue-green carpet adds a certain warmth to the room, along with the green wood work around the room.

I love going to work there. It doesn't actually feel like work. More like I get to play with and watch kids as they learn new things and expand their minds on different topics. It is a great pleasure to be a part of it and witness it. At the end of the day you feel a great satisfaction on helping a young mind grow and explore.

Ethnography Rough Draft

I walked through the door and all I could hear was the crying of babies "Mommy!" The teachers had soft soothing voices to calm the sad and anxious babies.

I had walked into the subculture of working in a daycare.


The end of nap time and beginning of the afternoon shift, my shift. It had been a rough morning-- the babies and toddlers didn't take long enough naps, ten minutes maybe. I knew it was going to be a rough afternoon. Once all the cranky babies and toddlers were toileted and had clean diapers on, they sat at the small yellow rectangular table and the little white square table with green legs. They sat in chairs just big enough for their small bottoms, and at just the right height to eat and drink without spilling anything all over the place. It's a dark, cloudy, rainy day so instead of taking the children outside to play we put a movie on for would hope to be a peaceful and calm afternoon. We should have known it wasn't going to be like that. It never is when the children don't take naps.

It was 3:30pm when all 17 children combined into the toddler room to watch a movie. Abraham had brought in Alvin and the Chipmunks. A very cute movie, Georgette, Caroline and I thought the kids would love it and watch it. Nope. They were so rambunctious-- it felt as if it was a Friday afternoon. The children were talking to each other about cops and robbers, two little boys were talking about "farting" and the youngest babies were crying for their bottles.

The room is quite big. Half of it is carpeted and the other half is vinyl flooring. The t.v. was plugged into the outlets in the kitchenette. The children sat spread out on the carpet, Georgette and I sat on the floor with the children. Sabrina sat on my lap while Yolanda sat on Georgette's lap. Caroline sat in a chair near the door to the middle room to answer the door when the annoying bell rang.

The day was dragging. None of the kids were leaving, it was getting late. I still had to clean. The children were mis-behaving and back talking. I had put several children to take a break in the other rooms on mats. They still weren't listening. Working in a daycare you need to have a high level of patience. Something I never had until I started working at a daycare. The kids like to pull the cuteness factor on you all the time to get out of everything. It works to a certain point, then you just have to put your foot down. They do not always like it but they need to get used to it.

The teachers I work with are very firm. They mean what they say and the children don't get away with anything. They have been doing this for years, where as I have only been doing it for about 6 months.

Working in a daycare is not only about being with kids, but also following a strict set of rules set by the state. The state standards and guidelines are no joke. It is tough. Bleaching the changing tables after every diaper change, bleaching the tables after they are used for anything. The mats after naptime must be washed with soap and water, then bleached before being put away. If a teacher has more than 5 kids then an aide needs to be in the room.

Personal Essay Final Draft

December 14^th 2006. A day I will remember for the rest of my life. Not only was it my 16^th birthday but it was a day the missing piece of my heart was put back in place. It was a rainy cold night. My family and I just got back from dinner. I was a little disappointed that my brother couldn’t join us. At about 8:30pm I heard a familiar voice coming from the dining room. “Victoria come here,” it was my brother. My face lit up with joy, my brother actually came over. I suddenly went from being sad and depressed to ecstatic and loved. “I have something I want to give you” he says. I was thinking oh it’s just an American Express gift card, the same gift my brother always gave me. Boy was I wrong this year. He had a smile on his scruffy face but his eyes weren’t happy. They looked sad as if he was about to cry. “This was Grandpa Chickens and I want you to have it,” he says as he hands me this silver plastic ball with colorful beads in “paths” on it. “I know you don’t remember Grandpa Chickens and you don’t have anything of his, so this is yours. Be careful with it.” I was still amazed at the generosity and caring side I saw of my brother. He is much older than me, 13 ½ years to be exact. We don’t have many of these moments of care and love. “Only Grandpa Chickens has solved it. He told me it was his dream to see someone else to solve it. I want you to be the one to fulfill his dream.” I started crying and gave my brother a hug. I felt so close to my brother. It meant the world to me that he wanted me to be the one to fulfill my grandfather’s dream. I do not remember my grandfather at all. I was only 2 years old when he passed away. My family doesn’t really talk much about my grandfather, but when they do it’s always nice things. They tell me that he was a good man and he loved me very much. I only have pictures to remember my grandfather by. All the pictures are of me and him smiling and laughing. In many of the pictures I possess, my grandfather was wearing a gray label and I would take it off his head and place it on my head. They are very cute pictures and I always smile when looking at them.

No ordinary game, it’s a game of difficulty and memory. The Rubix Ball a plastic silver ball that is made up of two spheres that can spin around and has “paths” that the plastic beads travel on. You have to match the bead up by color, red with red, blue with blue, green with green, and yellow with yellow. The four paths that go around the ball are where you put the different colors. The red and yellow in the middle paths and the blue and green on the end paths. Getting all the beads of one color on one of the paths is very difficult. You must work on all four colors at the same time. Every day I try to solve it. I thought the rubix cube was difficult. Boy have I met my match. Trying to align all the colors together all at once is very difficult. And because it’s a ball there is a lot of spinning and mixing up of the colors. It is very challenging piece, but also very fun at the same time.

My grandfather had given the ball to my brother just before he passed away and my brother in return gave it to me because I have nothing of my grandfather’s. It was very nice of him.

My grandfather was a Motor Machinist Mate 2^nd Class in World War II. He worked on the engines in the war boats. He got out of the war on February 13^th, 1946. Exactly six years before my father was born. He died when I was about 2 years old. I have only visited his grave once, as it is out in a World War II Veteran Cemetery out in Cape Cod. I did not attend his funeral. My parents tell me I was sleeping during his funeral. Just as well too. I was only 2 years old and was a screaming me-me. Every day I look at the ball and think to myself I wonder what my grandfather was like. How would my life be different if he was still in it now?

This is a rather hard essay for me to write. Having something of his in my possession is like he is still here in spirit with me. I do believe he is watching over me in heaven as I am writing this and tears are forming in his eyes just as they are in mine as I am writing this. I love my grandfather very much. I wish every day that he was still here with me. I have never had a grandfather in my life. And it does hurt very much. Although some may not believe it, having my grandfather’s rubix ball makes me feel as if he is watching over me day to day and hoping I solve it.

Personal Essay Rough Draft

The Rubix Ball, a gift given to me by my brother, it was my grandfathers. It is very important to me because my grandfather died when I was only 2 years old. I don’t remember him all that well. Just pictures of me and him is really all I have left. So this gift really means a lot to me.

The Rubix Ball is a plastic silver ball that can turn through the center and has “paths” that the plastic beads travel on. There are red, yellow, green, and blue beads that you have to try to line up together. There are four paths that go around the ball and each path is for a different color. Getting all the beads of one color on one of the paths is very difficult. You must work on all four colors at the same time. Every day I try to solve it. I thought the rubix cube was difficult. Boy have I met my match. Trying to align all the colors together all at once is very difficult. And because it’s a ball there is a lot of spinning and mixing up of the colors. A very challenging piece, but also very fun at the same time. It becomes a game of difficulty and memory.

My grandfather had given the ball to my brother just before he passed away and my brother in return gave it to me because I have nothing of my grandfather’s. It was very nice of him.

The significance is that it is all that I have left of my grandfather. I do not know much about my grandfather just what my parents tell me and they don’t tell me much. He was a Motor Machinist Mate 2^nd Class in World War II. He worked on the engines in the war boats. He got out of the war on February 13^th, 1946. Exactly six years before my father was born. He died when I was about 2 years old. I have only visited his grave once, as it is out in a World War II Veteran Cemetery out in Cape Cod. I did not attend his funeral. My parents tell me I was sleeping during his funeral. Just as well too. I was only 2 years old and was a screaming me-me. Every day I look at the ball and think to myself I wonder what my grandfather was like. How would my life be different if he was still in it now?

This is a rather hard essay for me to write. Having something of his in my possession is like he is still here in spirit with me. I do believe he is watching over me in heaven as I am writing this and tears are forming in his eyes just as they are in mine as I am writing this. I love my grandfather very much. Whether I remember him or not he is a part of me and I wish every day that he was still here with me. I have never had a grandfather in my life. And it does hurt very much. Although some may not believe it, having my grandfather’s rubix ball makes me feel as if he is watching over me day to day and hoping I solve it. It is like a piece of my heart was put back when I was given the ball. Basically, this ball is the connection between me and my grandfather no matter where either one of us is or is going we will always and forever be connected with this ball.

Personal Essay Options

For my essay i do not know yet what I want to write about. I will probably write about my first time moving, or when my niece was born, or my nephew. Those are the biggest changes in my life.