Short Talks

2/20/13 English 1102 Introduction I start aside with a couple of stereotypes I recently heard or axiom raft discussing and give my olf pretendions/opinions on why I live lot say things equivalent that. Next is my feelings toward SSU, its a mixed feeling realisticly a love and hate relationship. I end my mindless talks with my first, and definitely not my last, fight I had that occurred in manakinergarten. entirely I can say astir(predicate) that is never and I toy with NEVER touch my crayonsOn Stereotypes- All black passel worry chicken, is one of the most commonly known stereotypes only if recently I ran into rough re eithery interesting stereotypes like all black people give gaps, if your black your house has roaches, black people were more encouraging to America as slaves, all black people are undeserving when theyre babies, and black girls put weave in their hair because they tiret deport any. When I hear people talk like this all I can do is laugh at the ig norance, you set out to be on a whole other level of obtuse to even think like that and then to let that stupidity switching out of your mouth.People let statements like that loll to them and modernize them all roweled up over it but, you put on to place cover charge sometimes and think almost where they get their point of view on African Americans people from. I find that a lot of it comes from the older generations in their family where the racism is so far alive and brewing, and once again I laugh because it is 2013 and if you still feel African Americans should be slaves and theyre ignorant monkeys then go forrard and do you.As far as those other statements though I have a gap I know plenty of black people who dont, my house doesnt have roaches and never will, I wouldnt be a good slave because Im dash too strong willed and I only work for pay, I was a charming baby, and plenty of African American girls have long beautiful hair. On Savannah State- You are so rachet w ith your power outs, bleak wifi, bad cable connection, rude faculty and staff, and rising tuition thats mostly spill to athletic fees for teams that arent even good. -AnonymousI love my SSU but I hate it too, it has so much potential to be a great school but there has to be some major(ip) changes first. The first thing that the people over the school should come 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 day 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 failure rate.Lastly, would be what they use the compute for the school on I feel some of the funding for legitimate things could be used for more important things that the school needs, like a full time doctor for example. On Self-Respect- How can you expect anybody to lever you if youre half naked on Facebook for likes? Girls are always let out 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, eating ramen noodles every night, and borrowing musical theme from other students in class. Being broke makes your refund check, no subject area how big or small, look like a little objet dart 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 spree for themselves and for the homies who dont get a refund, and when all the parties you go to have a bunch of intoxicant and weed but a month later its back ward to the struggle. The month after refund is when people go back to pray for things, back to one or two 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 wanted 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 refreshed glitter crayons for me, since I love to draw and color and I loved them. I brought them to school the next day to show my best hotshot and we colored with them during breakfast, before class. One of the older 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, backed 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 situation my mother just bought me some new special glitter crayons and some hood rat with no manners was going to have them for deliver 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 eventually stopped me. I didnt get in trouble that day but I got a newly found confidence that would lead me into trouble with anyone willing to plunder the wrong path with me.