Short Talks

2/20/13 English 1102 intromission I start off with a couple of stereotypes I latterly let outd or apothegm stack discussing and give my ascertainings/opinions on wherefore I feel people say things deal that. Next is my feelings toward SSU, its a mixed feeling really a love and abhor relationship. I end my short talks with my first, and definitely not my last, guard I had that occurred in mercifulergarten. all I can say intimately that is never and I mean NEVER touch my crayonsOn Stereotypes- All drab people similar chicken, is one of the most comm solo cognise stereotypes but recently I ran into some really interesting stereotypes like all gloomy people shoot gaps, if your black your house has roaches, black people were more helpful to America as buckle downs, all black people argon ugly when theyre babies, and black girls put fluctuate in their hair because they dont befuddle any. When I hear people talk like this all I can do is laugh at the ignorance, you lea rn to be on a self-colored opposite level of stupid to even think like that and thence to let that stupidity slip out of your mouth.People let statements like that nail to them and break them all roweled up oer it but, you have to sit top sometimes and think meet about where they get their point of view on African Americans people from. I find that a lot of it accompanys from the of age(p) generations in their family where the racism is still alive and brewing, and once again I laugh because it is 2013 and if you still feel African Americans should be slaves and theyre unplanned monkeys then go ahead and do you.As far as those other statements though I have a gap I hunch over plenty of black people who dont, my house doesnt have roaches and never will, I wouldnt be a good slave because Im way too strong willed and I only work for pay, I was a beautiful baby, and plenty of African American girls have long beautiful hair. On Savannah State- You be so rachet with your power outs, slow wifi, bad cable connection, rude energy and staff, and rising tuition thats mostly going to athletic fees for teams that arent even good. -AnonymousI love my SSU but I hate it too, it has so ofttimes potential to be a great school but at that place has to be some major changes first. The first thing that the people over the school should oblige a good look into is the way a lot of their staff members act towards current and future students some of them are rude and nasty every mean solar twenty-four hours to everybody. Next, they should move to the problem professors, which are the ones who the students complain the most about, they have the highest rate of students dropping out, and they have the highest distress rate.Lastly, would be what they use the budget for the school on I feel some of the funding for certain things could be used for more grand things that the school needs, like a full time doctor for example. On Self-Respect- How can you expect anybody t o respect you if youre half naked on Facebook for likes? Girls are always crying on Facebook, twitter, instagram, and other social sites about how they want a real man but yet they have all of these lewd, distasteful pictures up for the whole internet to see.On top of that they get mad when they get a bunch of sexual comments and messages, its kind of baffling because what else would they expect to get if thats how they present themselves. On the struggle- Its hard being in college with no form of income coming in, take in ramen noodles every night, and borrowing paper from other students in class. Being stony-broke makes your refund check, no matter how big or small, look like a small-minded slice of heaven.Refund check time is when all of the ballers come out, when the mall is packed with college students going on a spending fling for themselves and for the homies who dont get a refund, and when all the parties you go to have a bunch of alcohol and weed but a calendar month l ater its back to the struggle. The month after refund is when people go back to begging for things, back to one or devil bottles of liquor at the party, and back to those stupid ramen noodles. On my first fight- I remember when I was a little, sweet, loving, only child living in Yonkers, NY.I got everything I cherished and I never had to share anything, unless I wanted to and I was always kind enough to do it anyway. My mother came home one day with these cutting glitter crayons for me, since I loved to prepare and color and I loved them. I brought them to school the next day to show my best genius and we colored with them during breakfast, before class. One of the sometime(a) students saw us and came over, she took all of my friends crayons and pushed her out of her seat and proceeded to reach for mine.I grabbed my things, plunk for away and told her she couldnt have my crayons. I saw a little bit of rage in her eyes as her friends laughed at her for not being able to take a kindergarteners crayons so she pushed me and went to take my things. I wanted to sit there and cry like my friend was doing but instead I got mad, I got real mad just thinking about the fact my mother just bought me some new special glitter crayons and some hood rat with no dexterity was going to have them for free wasnt sitting right with me.I got up and punched her in the face and I could tell by the look in her eyes that it hurt, so I punched her again and again and again I even started to scratch at her face. Her friends who were at first laughing saw how serious I was about those crayons and went to get the schools officer, who lastly stopped me. I didnt get in trouble that day but I got a newly found confidence that would pass away me into trouble with anyone willing to cross the wrong path with me.