The taxi driver has been driving for 20 years in Singapore. He talks about how the city has changed from being less crowded and busy to very crowded now. He has a large family of 8 children that he had to work hard to support. His daughter Lay Choo was a good student but he discovered she was secretly hanging out with foreigners in coffee shops instead of attending extra classes. He became very angry, dragged her home, and beat her severely for disobeying him and ruining her chances of going to university. He has now locked her in her room for punishment.
A Power Point Presentation by Bro. Oh Teik Bin, Persatuan Buddhist Hili Perak, Teluk Intan, Malaysia. For Dhamma Reflection on the 'Problem Kids Today'. We need to inculcate good values in the young.
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This poem was published today on Edudemic.com. Here is a visual about the reality of teaching on a daily basis. The slide also covers the dedication to students and the endearing love of the profession.
Cervantes 8
Kandyce Cervantes
Cullom
WR 121 (Friday)
Ethnog. 4 Rough draft
Vietnam from the Outside
Flying high over the Andaman Sea, Gulf of Thailand, and finally the plane swings around into Vietnam. Coming down, getting closer and closer to land, I see beautiful turquoise water with shades of brown rippling through it. I cannot believe the reef is visible. All I can imagine is how the reef is a completely different underwater world than what I am used to seeing back home on the Pacific Ocean. I look out further onto the land and see large mountain ranges covered with every water loving tree and plant out there. The rainforest is incredibly dense with jungle, and I cannot even see where we could possibly land the plane. Not to mention that I can only see the tops of buildings. Where are the roads? The plane finally comes to a stop and the doors open.
Stepping off the plane I see an old run down building that is the terminal. It has finally, come to the end of the ride, after twenty hours of sitting! It is midday now and the sun is beating down. It feels as if it is 120 degrees out even though it is only 80 degrees, it is extremely humid. I am walking around trying to find baggage claim and cannot figure out at all where to begin to walk, I am already lost in translation, and I haven’t even left the airport. Deciding to ask someone, because I cannot understand the signs for the life of me, I say, “Excuse me where can I find bags!” as I hold up my backpack and point vigorously at it. The middle age couple points with their finger straight ahead, then to the left, right, right, and then straight again. I continue to say this over and over in my head trying my best not to get the rights and lefts mixed all around. At last, I have my bags and I am off to now find a taxi.
I arrive to the hotel and wave and say “hello” to the women at the front as she hands me a telegram from the organization I will be working with. I will start my new adventure tomorrow with someone who is picking me up in the morning. I head up to my room exhausted from my day. Whether it was figuring out where to find my bags at the airport or feeling like my cab driver was going to kill someone, it was something I appreciated to the fullest. I cannot wait to have more amazing meals or actually go back to the woman I received my meal from and ask her how to make it myself. Maybe she would even be so gracious to show me how to make it. As I clean up and put my bags away, I pull out my blanket and head off to bed. My sight-seeing day comes to an end and the real reason I am here begins.
My shoulder shakes, and I quickly snap out of my day to dream on a brief adventure to Vietnam. My husband said he had been calling my name, “Kandyce, Kandyce, K---andyce for a little over two minutes. Which is not long, but when you think of the normal span of day dream, which is about fourteen seconds, that was intense. I have always wanted to travel, and heading towards my goal to go into mid ...
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A Presentation especially for students, parents, grandparents and teachers ... to inculcate some good values in life.
( For animation effects, you can download the PowerPoint)
For the Video (with Audio narration in English), please check out the Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXGSfc2Hjo0
ShameDick GregoryI never learned hate at home, or shame. I.docxklinda1
Shame
Dick Gregory
I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a light-complexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me wipe my nose on my hand.
The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had.
Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and shovel the snow off her walk and try to make friends with her momma and her aunts. I'd drop money on her stoop late at night on my way back from shining shoes in the taverns. And she had a daddy, and he had a good job. He was a paperhanger.
I guess I would have gotten over Helene by summertime, but something happened in that classroom that made her face hang in front of me for the next twenty-two years. When I played the drums in high school, it was for Helene, and when I broke track records in college, it was for Helene, and when I started standing behind microphones and heard applause, I wished Helene could hear it too. It wasn't until I was twenty-nine years old and married and making money that I finally got her out of my system. Helene was sitting in that classroom when I learned to be ashamed of myself.
It was on a Thursday. I was sitting in the back of the room, in a seat with a chalk circle drawn around it. The idiot's seat, the troublemaker's seat.
The teacher thought I was stupid. Couldn't spell, couldn't read, couldn't do arithmetic. Just stupid. Teachers were never interested in finding out that you couldn't concentrate because you were so hungry, because you hadn't had any breakfast. All you could think about was noontime; would it ever come? Maybe you could sneak into the cloakroom and steal a bite of some kid's lunch out of a coat pocket. A bite of something. Paste. You can't really make a meal of paste, or put it on bread for a .
A Power Point Presentation by Bro. Oh Teik Bin, Persatuan Buddhist Hili Perak, Teluk Intan, Malaysia. For Dhamma Reflection on the 'Problem Kids Today'. We need to inculcate good values in the young.
Dear Mom Essays
My Mom Taught Me
A Moment With My Mother
One And Only Mom Essay
My Mom Essay
My Mom Essay
Mother Definition Essay
Mother Essay : My Mother
My Mother Essay
My Mom Essay
Essay on Appreciating Mom
This poem was published today on Edudemic.com. Here is a visual about the reality of teaching on a daily basis. The slide also covers the dedication to students and the endearing love of the profession.
Cervantes 8
Kandyce Cervantes
Cullom
WR 121 (Friday)
Ethnog. 4 Rough draft
Vietnam from the Outside
Flying high over the Andaman Sea, Gulf of Thailand, and finally the plane swings around into Vietnam. Coming down, getting closer and closer to land, I see beautiful turquoise water with shades of brown rippling through it. I cannot believe the reef is visible. All I can imagine is how the reef is a completely different underwater world than what I am used to seeing back home on the Pacific Ocean. I look out further onto the land and see large mountain ranges covered with every water loving tree and plant out there. The rainforest is incredibly dense with jungle, and I cannot even see where we could possibly land the plane. Not to mention that I can only see the tops of buildings. Where are the roads? The plane finally comes to a stop and the doors open.
Stepping off the plane I see an old run down building that is the terminal. It has finally, come to the end of the ride, after twenty hours of sitting! It is midday now and the sun is beating down. It feels as if it is 120 degrees out even though it is only 80 degrees, it is extremely humid. I am walking around trying to find baggage claim and cannot figure out at all where to begin to walk, I am already lost in translation, and I haven’t even left the airport. Deciding to ask someone, because I cannot understand the signs for the life of me, I say, “Excuse me where can I find bags!” as I hold up my backpack and point vigorously at it. The middle age couple points with their finger straight ahead, then to the left, right, right, and then straight again. I continue to say this over and over in my head trying my best not to get the rights and lefts mixed all around. At last, I have my bags and I am off to now find a taxi.
I arrive to the hotel and wave and say “hello” to the women at the front as she hands me a telegram from the organization I will be working with. I will start my new adventure tomorrow with someone who is picking me up in the morning. I head up to my room exhausted from my day. Whether it was figuring out where to find my bags at the airport or feeling like my cab driver was going to kill someone, it was something I appreciated to the fullest. I cannot wait to have more amazing meals or actually go back to the woman I received my meal from and ask her how to make it myself. Maybe she would even be so gracious to show me how to make it. As I clean up and put my bags away, I pull out my blanket and head off to bed. My sight-seeing day comes to an end and the real reason I am here begins.
My shoulder shakes, and I quickly snap out of my day to dream on a brief adventure to Vietnam. My husband said he had been calling my name, “Kandyce, Kandyce, K---andyce for a little over two minutes. Which is not long, but when you think of the normal span of day dream, which is about fourteen seconds, that was intense. I have always wanted to travel, and heading towards my goal to go into mid ...
Creative Writing: My Mommy Essay
Mother Essay : My Mother
My Mom Essay
Profile of My Mother
My Mom Essay
My Mom Essay
My Mom Essay
Narrative Essay : My Mom
My Mom Taught Me
A Presentation especially for students, parents, grandparents and teachers ... to inculcate some good values in life.
( For animation effects, you can download the PowerPoint)
For the Video (with Audio narration in English), please check out the Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXGSfc2Hjo0
ShameDick GregoryI never learned hate at home, or shame. I.docxklinda1
Shame
Dick Gregory
I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that. I was about seven years old when I got my first big lesson. I was in love with a little girl named Helene Tucker, a light-complexioned little girl with pigtails and nice manners. She was always clean and she was smart in school. I think I went to school then mostly to look at her. I brushed my hair and even got me a little old handkerchief. It was a lady's handkerchief, but I didn't want Helene to see me wipe my nose on my hand.
The pipes were frozen again, there was no water in the house, but I washed my socks and shirt every night. I'd get a pot, and go over to Mister Ben's grocery store, and stick my pot down into his soda machine and scoop out some chopped ice. By evening the ice melted to water for washing. I got sick a lot that winter because the fire would go out at night before the clothes were dry. In the morning I'd put them on, wet or dry, because they were the only clothes I had.
Everybody's got a Helene Tucker, a symbol of everything you want. I loved her for her goodness, her cleanness, her popularity. She'd walk down my street and my brothers and sisters would yell, "Here comes Helene," and I'd rub my tennis sneakers on the back of my pants and wish my hair wasn't so nappy and the white folks' shirt fit me better. I'd run out on the street. If I knew my place and didn't come too close, she'd wink at me and say hello. That was a good feeling. Sometimes I'd follow her all the way home, and shovel the snow off her walk and try to make friends with her momma and her aunts. I'd drop money on her stoop late at night on my way back from shining shoes in the taverns. And she had a daddy, and he had a good job. He was a paperhanger.
I guess I would have gotten over Helene by summertime, but something happened in that classroom that made her face hang in front of me for the next twenty-two years. When I played the drums in high school, it was for Helene, and when I broke track records in college, it was for Helene, and when I started standing behind microphones and heard applause, I wished Helene could hear it too. It wasn't until I was twenty-nine years old and married and making money that I finally got her out of my system. Helene was sitting in that classroom when I learned to be ashamed of myself.
It was on a Thursday. I was sitting in the back of the room, in a seat with a chalk circle drawn around it. The idiot's seat, the troublemaker's seat.
The teacher thought I was stupid. Couldn't spell, couldn't read, couldn't do arithmetic. Just stupid. Teachers were never interested in finding out that you couldn't concentrate because you were so hungry, because you hadn't had any breakfast. All you could think about was noontime; would it ever come? Maybe you could sneak into the cloakroom and steal a bite of some kid's lunch out of a coat pocket. A bite of something. Paste. You can't really make a meal of paste, or put it on bread for a .
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5. Very good, Madam. Sure, will take you there in
plenty good time for your meeting, madam. This
way better, less traffic, less car jams. Half hour
should make it, madam, so not to worry.
What is it you say, madam? Yes, yes, ha, ha, been
taxi man for twenty years now, madam. Long time
ago. Singapore not like this so crowded so busy.
Last time more peaceful, not so much taximen, or
so much cars and buses.
6. Yes madam, can make a living. So
so. What to do. Must work hard if
wants to success in Singapore.
People like us, no education, no
capital for business, we must
sweat to earn money for wife and
children.
7. Yes, madam, quite big family---eight
children, six sons, two daughters. Big
family! Ha! Ha! No good, madam. In
those days. Where got Family Planning
in Singapore? People born many, many
children, every year, one childs. Is no
good at all. Today is much better. Two
children, three children, enough, stop.
Our government say stop.
8. Luck for me, all my children big now. Four of
my sons working---one a businessman, two
clerks, one a teacher in Primary school, one
in National Service, one still schooling, in
Secondary Two. My eldest daughter, she is
twenty plus, stay at home, help the mother.
No, not married yet---Very shy and her health
not so good, but a good, and obedient girl.
9. My other girl Oh, Madam! Very hard for
father when daughter is no good and go
against her parents. Very sad like punishment
from God. Today, young people not like us
when we are young. We obey. Our parents
say don‘t do this, we never do. Otherwise, the
cane.
10. My father cane me. I was big enough to be
married, and still, got caning. My father he
was very strict, and that is good thing for
parents to be strict. If not, young boys and
girls become very useless. Do not want to
study, but run away, and go to night clubs
and take drugs and make love. You agree
with me madam?
11. Today, young people they are very trouble
to their parents. Madam, you see this
young people over there, outside the
coffee house? See what I mean, madam?
They are only school boys and school
girls, but they act like big shots, spending
money, smoking, wearing latest fashion,
and making love.
12. Ah, Madam, I know, I know! As taximan, I
know them and their habits. Madam, you are
a teacher, you say? You know or not that
young school girls, fifteen, sixteen years old,
they go to public lavatory or hotel and
change into these clothes, and they put
make-up on their face. Their parents never
know. They tell their Mum got school
meeting, got sports and games, this, that,
but they really come out and play the fool.
13. Ah, madam, I see you surprise, but I
know, I know all their tricks. I take them
about in my taxi. They usual is wait in
bowling alley or coffee house or hotel,
and they walk up, and friend, friend,
the European and American tourists,
and this is how they make fun and also
extra money.
14. Madam, you believe or not when I tell
you how much money they got? I say!
Last night, madam, fourth floor flat---and
she open her purse to pay me, and I say!
All American notes---ten dollar notes all,
and she pull one out and say keep
change as she has no time already.
15. Madam, I tell you this, every month, I
get more money from these young girls
and their American and European
boyfriends in my taxi, more than I get
from other people who bargain and say
don‘t want go by meter and wait even
for ten cents change.
16. Phui!! Some of them really make me mad. But
these young girls and their boyfriends don‘t
bargain, they just pay, pay, and they make love
in taxi so much they don‘t know if you go round
and round and charge them by meter! I tell
you, Madam, some of them don‘t care how
much they spend on taxis. It is like this: after
the 1 a.m. taxi fare double, and I prefer working
this time, because naturally, much more
money.
17. I go and wait outside Elroy Hotel or Tung
Court or Orchid mansions, and sure enough,
madam, will have plenty business. Last
Saturday, madam, no joking, on one day
alone I make nearly one hundred and fifty
dollars! Some of it for services. Some of
tourists don‘t know where, so I tell them and
take them there, and that‘s extra money. Ah,
madam, if I tell you, no end to the story.
18. But I will tell you this, Madam. If you
have a young daughter and she says
Mummy I got meeting today in school
and will not come home, you must not
say, Yes, yes but you must go and ask
her where and why and who, and you
find out. Today young people not to
trust, like young people in many years
ago.
19. Oh, Madam, I tell you because I myself
have a daughter---oh, madam, a daughter
I love very much, and she is so good and
study hard. And I see her report cards and
her teacher write ―Good work‖ and
―Excellent‖ so on, so on. Oh, madam, she
my favorite child, and I ask her what she
want to be after left school, and she says
go to University.
20. None of my other children could go to
University, but this one, she is very smart and
intelligent---no boasting, madam her teachers
write ―Good‖ and ―Excellent‖, and so on, so
on, in her report cards. She study at home,
and help the mother, but sometime a little
lazy, and she say teacher want her to go back
to school to do extra work, extra coaching, in
her weak subject, which is maths, madam.
21. So I let her stay back in school and day after day
she come home in evening, then she do her studies
and go to sleep. Then one day, oh madam, it makes
me so angry even now---one day, I in my taxi
driving, driving along and hey! I see a girl looking
like my Lay Choo, with other girls and some
European outside a coffee---house but I think, it
cannot be Lay Choo, how can, Lay Choo is in
school, and this girl is all dressed up and make-up,
and very bold in her behavior, and this is not like
my daughter at all.
22. Then they all go inside the coffee-house, and my
heart is very, very--- hoe you describe it, madam,
my heart is very ―susah hati‖ and I say to
myself, I will watch that Lay Choo and see her
monkey tricks.
The very next day she is there again I stop my
taxi, madam, and I am so angry. I rush up to this
wicked daughter and I catch her by the shoulders
and neck, and slap her and she scream, but I
don‘t care.
23. Oh, madam, how you feel in my place? Make
herself so cheap, when her father drive taxi all
day to save money for her University.
Wat is it, Madam? Yes, yes, everything okay
now, thank you. She cannot leave the house
except to go to school, and I tell her mother
always check, check, in everything she do, and
her friends---what sort of people they are
24. Then I drag her to my taxi and drive all the
way home, and at home I trash her stupid
fool and I beat her and slap her till like hell.
My wife and some neighbors they pull me
away, and I think if they not pull me away, I
sure to kill that girl. I lock her up in her room
for three days, and I ashamed to tell her
teacher, so I just tell the teacher that Lay
Choo is sick, so please to excuse her.
25. Ah, madam, young people today, what
trouble they are… What, madam? Oh,
sorry, madam, cannot wait for you to
finish your meeting. Must go off, please
to excuse me. In a hurry, madam. Must
go off to Hotel Elroy- there plenty young
people pick up. So very sorry. madam,
and thank you very much.