In the story "Woman Hollering Creek" by Sandra Cisneros, Cleofilas compliments Felice on how she is an independent woman. Cleofilas loved how Felice took care of herself, how she paid for her own stuff and was responsible for everything she owned. "Felice was like no woman she'd ever met"(Cisneros paragraph 82).
Cleofilas envied Felice because of how well-off she was. Women in the Mexican culture don't usually have a vehical of their own. The women stay home and take care of the house, but Felice drove a truck, a truck of her own. While, Cleofilas basically had to beg her husband to buy food.
Cleofilas moves from Mexico to Texas with her husband she hardly knows. They have a little boy together and their relationship begans to fall apart when her husbands starts to abuse her. She cannot get away now. She doesn't speak english so Cleofilas feels hopeless and trapped. A woman that is abused by her husband is seen as a weak person, and that is exactly what she doesn't want to be seen as.
Cleofilas then can't handle the stress and pain any longer. With the help of her friend Felice and she escapes back to Mexico to be with her family she left behind, and away from her abusive husband. Without the help of her independent friend she would be lost and weak.
Felice was an independent woman that needed nothing and no body but her own strength. Felice had things that Cleofilas once had but lost with her marriage. Strength, happiness, love, and respect.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Treat others the way you would like to be treated
I've learned that treating others right helps you be a better person. You get a lot more respect and a lot more people that are going to like you.
The other day I was at work and I had this really rude, ignorant, older man come in and he was put in my section. From the time he walked trough the doors, and to the front to wait to be seated I could already tell he was going to be a hard one to wait on. But I stuck it out and was very polite, respectful and bubbly. He turned out to be an extremely picky old fart, shocking right? But I did as he pleased. I did order him a Philly Swiss with no green peppers and a side salad with nothing but lettuce and cheese, with a side of blue cheese and Italian dressing, instead of fries or chips. I did check on him regularly even though he was rude and didn't even look at me to say thank you or ask for anything else. He would just grunt and demand some more of something. I just wanted him out of my section, but as much as we would love to scream and yell and punch the ungrateful people that come in....We can't. So I asked if he would like a slice of our delicious, homemade fruit pie and a scoop of our rich incredible vanilla ice cream.
"Just give me the check" he demanded.
"Okaaaay sunshine" I respond back in a sassy tone, with a big grin "Thanks for coming in, Enjoy the rest of your morning sir."I give him the check and he is immediately heading to pay.
I noticed he is writing on a piece of paper. I'm thinking, oh great I did something to make him mad and he is writing a complaint. Turns out he was an extremely, amazing, rich man. He wrote a little note to me and my boss letting us know what a great job I did and handled a difficult situation very well. He added that he was very satisfied with the food and my bubbly personality. He enjoyed every minute in West Winds. He left me a 30 dollar tip and he was on his way. Like I said, treating others right will benifit you in the long run.
The other day I was at work and I had this really rude, ignorant, older man come in and he was put in my section. From the time he walked trough the doors, and to the front to wait to be seated I could already tell he was going to be a hard one to wait on. But I stuck it out and was very polite, respectful and bubbly. He turned out to be an extremely picky old fart, shocking right? But I did as he pleased. I did order him a Philly Swiss with no green peppers and a side salad with nothing but lettuce and cheese, with a side of blue cheese and Italian dressing, instead of fries or chips. I did check on him regularly even though he was rude and didn't even look at me to say thank you or ask for anything else. He would just grunt and demand some more of something. I just wanted him out of my section, but as much as we would love to scream and yell and punch the ungrateful people that come in....We can't. So I asked if he would like a slice of our delicious, homemade fruit pie and a scoop of our rich incredible vanilla ice cream.
"Just give me the check" he demanded.
"Okaaaay sunshine" I respond back in a sassy tone, with a big grin "Thanks for coming in, Enjoy the rest of your morning sir."I give him the check and he is immediately heading to pay.
I noticed he is writing on a piece of paper. I'm thinking, oh great I did something to make him mad and he is writing a complaint. Turns out he was an extremely, amazing, rich man. He wrote a little note to me and my boss letting us know what a great job I did and handled a difficult situation very well. He added that he was very satisfied with the food and my bubbly personality. He enjoyed every minute in West Winds. He left me a 30 dollar tip and he was on his way. Like I said, treating others right will benifit you in the long run.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Arranged Marriges
The Indian culture is way different than the American culture. In India there are arranged marriages. It doesn't matter what age you are, the girl's father will look for a very high class family and pay them to have their son marry their daughter.
In the story Clothes, by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, a girl named Mita was set up for an arranged marrage. She had never seen or met this man in her life. If she was chosen by this mysterious man, Somesh Sen, and his family, she would be moving halfway around the world with a stranger to live an American life she wasn't used to.
Mita would marry this man. His family liked her enough for their son to marry. How would she know if she loved Somesh? She wouldn't...It didn't matter if she did. The Indian culture doesn't marry for love.
"A married woman belongs to her husband, her in-laws"(Divakaruni 19).
She hoped for a good looking man. She knew it would be easier to love someone she was attracted to, since she didn't have a choice if she was chosen by the Sen's family.
If your husband dies in India, you have three choices. Marry your husbands brother, lay on your husband grave as they burn it and die with him, or be a widow for the rest of your life. Some would say this culture is cruel and unfair, but for them it is normal, this is what they are used to.
Many people disagree with arranged marriages. In America it is "normal" to marry for love. Both the man and the women decide together weather they want to be married, if they should be married, when they would marry, and even where they would be married. The couple decides all of it together. Marriage is not a must in America, as it is in India. It is a totally differnt culture from what we are used to.
In the story Clothes, by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, a girl named Mita was set up for an arranged marrage. She had never seen or met this man in her life. If she was chosen by this mysterious man, Somesh Sen, and his family, she would be moving halfway around the world with a stranger to live an American life she wasn't used to.
Mita would marry this man. His family liked her enough for their son to marry. How would she know if she loved Somesh? She wouldn't...It didn't matter if she did. The Indian culture doesn't marry for love.
"A married woman belongs to her husband, her in-laws"(Divakaruni 19).
She hoped for a good looking man. She knew it would be easier to love someone she was attracted to, since she didn't have a choice if she was chosen by the Sen's family.
If your husband dies in India, you have three choices. Marry your husbands brother, lay on your husband grave as they burn it and die with him, or be a widow for the rest of your life. Some would say this culture is cruel and unfair, but for them it is normal, this is what they are used to.
Many people disagree with arranged marriages. In America it is "normal" to marry for love. Both the man and the women decide together weather they want to be married, if they should be married, when they would marry, and even where they would be married. The couple decides all of it together. Marriage is not a must in America, as it is in India. It is a totally differnt culture from what we are used to.
Monday, September 17, 2012
You Learn Something New Everyday
One extremely dark, stormy morning I was awaken by a loud crashing noise outside. It was way earlier than I had to actually be up and getting ready. I could already tell that day was going to be a long long day!
"RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNG!!"
All I could think was stupid alarm, and what time is it?! The time read 8:15. Ugh I thought to myself. Time to get ready for school. Ah ten more minutes won't hurt. Snooze button?....Yeeaaah.
No time to shower now! It was 9:25 when I woke myself up because my alarm didn't!! I'm rushing around the house trying to look as decent as possible, gathering everything I could at once so I would make it to class on time.
9:51, I'm pulling up to the school in a panic. Running like a mad man while the bell is obnoxiously reminding me to run faster or I'm going to be late. I get to class late of course because I drop all of my books in the hall. My teacher doesn't want to listen to my "excuses" so I just bit my tongue and listened to the lecture. We were learning about famous chemists. My teacher immediately let us know that we had to do a report on one famous chemist of our choice. That added more stress to my horrible day.
I picked Soren Sorenson. I learned a lot about him throughout our discussion. He was famous for inventing the pH Scale. The pH Scale is used alot in science today. Basically its a measure of how acidic something is. Like in swimming pools, you need to keep the water at a certain pH level. The chlorine does too. It's used more in chemistry than anywhere else because the pH balance can affect chemical reactions.
I've always heard people talk about the pH Scale but I never knew, or cared to know about it. Like on CSI. They always talk about it. And now that I know what it's used for and how affective it is in the world today, I'm glad I came to Chemistry class. I enjoyed learning about Soren Sorenson and his invention.
"RIIIIIIIIING! RIIIIING! RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNG!!"
All I could think was stupid alarm, and what time is it?! The time read 8:15. Ugh I thought to myself. Time to get ready for school. Ah ten more minutes won't hurt. Snooze button?....Yeeaaah.
No time to shower now! It was 9:25 when I woke myself up because my alarm didn't!! I'm rushing around the house trying to look as decent as possible, gathering everything I could at once so I would make it to class on time.
9:51, I'm pulling up to the school in a panic. Running like a mad man while the bell is obnoxiously reminding me to run faster or I'm going to be late. I get to class late of course because I drop all of my books in the hall. My teacher doesn't want to listen to my "excuses" so I just bit my tongue and listened to the lecture. We were learning about famous chemists. My teacher immediately let us know that we had to do a report on one famous chemist of our choice. That added more stress to my horrible day.
I picked Soren Sorenson. I learned a lot about him throughout our discussion. He was famous for inventing the pH Scale. The pH Scale is used alot in science today. Basically its a measure of how acidic something is. Like in swimming pools, you need to keep the water at a certain pH level. The chlorine does too. It's used more in chemistry than anywhere else because the pH balance can affect chemical reactions.
I've always heard people talk about the pH Scale but I never knew, or cared to know about it. Like on CSI. They always talk about it. And now that I know what it's used for and how affective it is in the world today, I'm glad I came to Chemistry class. I enjoyed learning about Soren Sorenson and his invention.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Big Mistake
A few of my friends and I decided to go out riding our fourwheelers. CC Pond was the spot. Everyone wanted to go out there. We all met up at gun, the hill right behind our High School. My friends were the friends that liked to have a "good time", and to them, drinking was a good time. Unfortuantly I wanted to fit into to that group, but boy that was a mistake.
About 6PM on a Wednesday evening we all got out to Gun, FINALLY. Everyone was talking kind of quiet and suspicious, so I knew something was up. I asked my sister if she knew what was going on. She told me she thought Alex was coming too, but he was in his truck and he had a bunch of alcohol. I was a little nervous because I've never drank before. I told Adrian what was going on and he kept telling me it was a bad idea, and not to go out with them. He told me he would take me home, beause he wasn't going out. I wasnt changing my mind, a boy I had a crush on was out there and I wanted him to notice me.
Adrian got a call a couple minutes later saying that the cops were called for suspicion of underage drinking, but nobody believed him.
Alex gets there and we all head to CC. We got out the cooler from the back of Alex's truck, and the bottle from the front and started drinking. We were all laughin havin a good time, tellin each others funny, embarrassing stories, you know the good ol ones only you bestfriend should know about!? Yeah..those ones. All of a sudden Tarren screams out "I need to pee," and kind of squats. He hurries over to the bushes and not even ten seconds later we see him running back still zipping up his pants screaming, "5.O, 5.O!!"
Everyone was thinkin yeah right, but we obviously want to make sure it wasn't true so Jordan and Frank crept over to the bushes to see if they could see the cop, and of course they see the cop comin in hot!! We get so nervous, because we could see the looks on their faces ment that Tarren wasn't lying. I've never seen someone run so fast in my life. Unfortunatly the cop saw them and made them go back and talk to hi, but of course our first reaction is to run away..I run behind the bushes so the cop can't see me and the rest of them ride away on their fourwheelers, including my sister, I was left by myself scared as heck, hinding from the cops! About three minutes later I hear my sister pull up behind me telling me to get on the fourwheeler. We both still have a doubt in our minds that there is no way we are actually getting busted for drinking. We pull forward just enough to see the two boys talking to the cop, we flip around so quick I lose my sun glasses I was wearing on the top of my head.
We saw Tarren and Kyle infront of us so we hurried to catch them. When we finally caught up to them they stopped to talk to us. Tarren tells us to fallow him because he knew a way to get away from the cop. We ride for about forty five minutes, thinkin we're going to get away, about ten minutes later we get to the hill right before the gate, we all look at each other, eyes like we've just seen a dead body.
There they were..three of them posted up. Three sheriffs, Tarrens mom, Kyles mom, and my uncle Mikey with the tow truck. My mom wasn't there yet. There was no way out of it now! We start shoving our mouths full of gum hoping it would cover up the smell of the alcohol on our breaths, we knew it wouldn't, but we had to try everything we could.
We decided to just give up. We start creeping forward all together.
I heard all of the grown ups talking, the cops were telling them that they didnt need to call them because we weren't all drinking. But somebody ratted us out right there, I'm pretty sure I know who it was, but we were never told for sure who it was.
The first one to get breathalised was Tarren and he blew, so that ment the rest of us had to blow too. When I blew, I blew really low because I didnt drink very much before we got caught...So it wasn't even worth it. My mom pulled up while I was blowing and she started to cry, so did I. She didn't think we were drinking so she was really disappointed when she pulled up to see both of her girls with the cops.
After everything was done and we had gotten our tickets, they loaded up all the fourwheelers onto the trailer and hauled them away. We all went home with our parents. My sister and I laid on my bed, and talked about how stupid we were for going out there.
Why did I want to fit in with that group? What was so cool about drinking? A ticket? A bad reputation? A bad record? Family problems?...Embarrassment.
About 6PM on a Wednesday evening we all got out to Gun, FINALLY. Everyone was talking kind of quiet and suspicious, so I knew something was up. I asked my sister if she knew what was going on. She told me she thought Alex was coming too, but he was in his truck and he had a bunch of alcohol. I was a little nervous because I've never drank before. I told Adrian what was going on and he kept telling me it was a bad idea, and not to go out with them. He told me he would take me home, beause he wasn't going out. I wasnt changing my mind, a boy I had a crush on was out there and I wanted him to notice me.
Adrian got a call a couple minutes later saying that the cops were called for suspicion of underage drinking, but nobody believed him.
Alex gets there and we all head to CC. We got out the cooler from the back of Alex's truck, and the bottle from the front and started drinking. We were all laughin havin a good time, tellin each others funny, embarrassing stories, you know the good ol ones only you bestfriend should know about!? Yeah..those ones. All of a sudden Tarren screams out "I need to pee," and kind of squats. He hurries over to the bushes and not even ten seconds later we see him running back still zipping up his pants screaming, "5.O, 5.O!!"
Everyone was thinkin yeah right, but we obviously want to make sure it wasn't true so Jordan and Frank crept over to the bushes to see if they could see the cop, and of course they see the cop comin in hot!! We get so nervous, because we could see the looks on their faces ment that Tarren wasn't lying. I've never seen someone run so fast in my life. Unfortunatly the cop saw them and made them go back and talk to hi, but of course our first reaction is to run away..I run behind the bushes so the cop can't see me and the rest of them ride away on their fourwheelers, including my sister, I was left by myself scared as heck, hinding from the cops! About three minutes later I hear my sister pull up behind me telling me to get on the fourwheeler. We both still have a doubt in our minds that there is no way we are actually getting busted for drinking. We pull forward just enough to see the two boys talking to the cop, we flip around so quick I lose my sun glasses I was wearing on the top of my head.
We saw Tarren and Kyle infront of us so we hurried to catch them. When we finally caught up to them they stopped to talk to us. Tarren tells us to fallow him because he knew a way to get away from the cop. We ride for about forty five minutes, thinkin we're going to get away, about ten minutes later we get to the hill right before the gate, we all look at each other, eyes like we've just seen a dead body.
There they were..three of them posted up. Three sheriffs, Tarrens mom, Kyles mom, and my uncle Mikey with the tow truck. My mom wasn't there yet. There was no way out of it now! We start shoving our mouths full of gum hoping it would cover up the smell of the alcohol on our breaths, we knew it wouldn't, but we had to try everything we could.
We decided to just give up. We start creeping forward all together.
I heard all of the grown ups talking, the cops were telling them that they didnt need to call them because we weren't all drinking. But somebody ratted us out right there, I'm pretty sure I know who it was, but we were never told for sure who it was.
The first one to get breathalised was Tarren and he blew, so that ment the rest of us had to blow too. When I blew, I blew really low because I didnt drink very much before we got caught...So it wasn't even worth it. My mom pulled up while I was blowing and she started to cry, so did I. She didn't think we were drinking so she was really disappointed when she pulled up to see both of her girls with the cops.
After everything was done and we had gotten our tickets, they loaded up all the fourwheelers onto the trailer and hauled them away. We all went home with our parents. My sister and I laid on my bed, and talked about how stupid we were for going out there.
Why did I want to fit in with that group? What was so cool about drinking? A ticket? A bad reputation? A bad record? Family problems?...Embarrassment.
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