March Blog

Cervical cancer has become a great risk among women in this generation, however with emerging scientific developments, scientists have been able to create a vaccination for the life threatening disease. with a way to prevent this form of cancer teenage girls should be required to take advantage of this scientific breakthrough to prevent a potentially deadly disease.

Science has emerged so much in the past years with developing research and breakthroughs in technology. withthe recent discovery of a vaccination for cervical cancer all teenage girls should take advantage of the prevention of this type of cancer, as deadly as any other cancer. in reality a girl shouldnt risk obtaining cancer if there is a proven way to prevent it.

Though many people believe that this vaccine is not for young girls the reality is that if not vaccinated early on then the vaccine will not work to its full potential to prevent cervical cancer. aside from that, according to doctors, the vaccine should be administered before the girl becomes sexually active for it to work and according to statistics from seventeen magazine more girls are becoming sexually active earleir on in their teenage years so the vaccine should be given to teenage girls in order for it to be effective.

In reality a scientific breakthrough such as this one should truley be tooken advantage of because in the end it could be another life saved.

December Blog #1

If it is true that we are largley defined by those who surround us then, i am a perfect blend of equal parts of my brothers and a heaping tablespoon of my mom. each one of my brothers are very distint from one another.the eldest is the serious, conservative one, usally in charge of the disiplinary talks such as "always remember to honor us but most importantly respect yourself". he is the one we turn to for wisdom. the second brother, the courageous and fearless one, master sargeant in the air force, sounds fancy already, doesnt it ? he is the one we turn to for strength. lastly the younger one of the guys, the dare devil and actor, the comedian in the family, the one we turn to for a good laugh to lift our fallen spirits. when i popped into this world it seemed as though my generous, kind and loving, though tough, mom decided to plop my brothers into a blender, and add a bit of her amazing personality into that blender, and create the perfect, well rounded smoothie, me. i am book smart and very analytical just as the eldest is, the strong one out of my group of friends and definitly a class clown just as the other two of my brothers and definitly carry the nurturing and loving trait that was passed on by the most important of them all my mommy. besides im also the best looking smoothie you've ever seen as well !

Responce to November Blog #3

this semester has been a great experiance learning from the best! ( Shout out to Ms E double D Y!!!) you teach your class so well. one thing i would like to review on is the vocabulary terms from the very beggining of the semester. i just want to feel more secure about the terms for the final. Thanks a bunches Ms E double D Y (:

November Blog #2

Liberal= in accord with concepts of maximum individual freedom advocating measures of progressive political reform ( like change in government).

Conservative= disposed to preserve existing conditions (dont like change in government).

i find myself to be more of a liberal because i accept change in the government. if something isnt working out as it is then why keep it the same, you should change it to make it work.

November Blog #1

In the story "The Lottery" by Sheila Jackson the author argues that everything isnt always how it is inteneded to be. A mother is someone to run to when the thunder roars and to lay with when the "cucuy" is under your bed. In the book " A Child called It" the mother treats her poor child terribly causing him to suffer the inimaginable. She is the exact opposite of what a mother should be. Now a days young mothers dont take their responsibilities as mothers seriously leaving thier children to grow up alone and with bad influences. jackson wrote this fictionally to exaggerate the writing to make a better conection to the reader other than expository would not have had the same effect.

October Blog #1

Sweet, squishy and soft. A tiny marshmallow that talks. This small piece of happiness happens to have a name, Natalia Isabel Gonzalez. A three year old that adds just the right amount of sweetness to cold, economically devastated outside world. A marshmallow that I squeeze as soon as she attempts to run, yet stumbles at the doorstep, all to spend some time with her aunt, me. As I hold this tiny, sweet smelling, small piece of heaven i am reminded that the innocence i once had still lives on in the generations to come. When the white squishy morsel says my name with a lisp i realize there are still reasons to live for in the over exhausted sphere nicknamed earth by the mostly ignorant human inhabitants in it. the very reason to enjoy the world we live in is now sleeping in my unworthy arms. Sweet, squishy and soft. As close as I'll ever get to heaven. A marshmallow named Natalia.

September Blog #1

To him the night was still young. He downed his beverage as she sat lifeless drowned in alcahol, the party was a memorable one, but the fight they had was epic. She had turned the corner at the wedding reception that night just to see her husband tracing another womans siloete with his rough fingertips. She sat now, next to him by force at the diner, the expression on her face confused and torn. Half of her wanting to forgive, the other half wanting to flee. The smoke left her thin lips every few seconds, the cigarette butt marked with the ring of her red lipstick, contemplating on what her next move would be. The waiter tried to go about his job ever so careful to not make the couple even more uncomfortable then they already are, he poored another cup of coffee into their mugs. The tenssion was so obvious to the lonly man across the booth. Both the man and the woman knew they wanted to speak but they simply couldn't. They over analyzed what they were trying to say to eachother but in the end it lost meaning and never ended up leaving their mouths. She knew their relationship had been screeching to a halt for quite a while now, however she never envisioned their break up like this. She stared blankly across the booth, what will her mother think of their divorce, or would they even go to such extreme measures. Frustrated holding back tears with anger, masking her emotions with a thick circling cloud of nicotine and tobaco. She can not believe this is happening to her, he wont even look at her, as if putting her at fault for his immature mistake. She closes her eyes while in complete and utter denial. Suddenly she opens them and jerks out of bed. She is in a night gown. It was all a dream, she says to herself. She turns to his side of the bed, the note on his pillow reads,"I'm sorry but I've out grown you." His wedding ring sat next to the note. For him the night was still young, for her this nightmare is no where near over.