We are now in the age of convenience. The entire path of technological advances tread by the human race has been rising steadily to this present climax. Nearly every person's life is simplified by some sort of modern convenience. Whther it's a simple lamp on a desk on the computer sitting next to it, there is no doubt that these technologies have made for simpler lives. But is it for the better?
Some of the first outsiders to live in the New World of America were the Puritans of Massachusetts Bay. they led the laborious lives. Before the crack of dawn, most of the citizens were up and about, beginning the day's long list of tasks. There were no "shortcuts," no flipping of lighswitches or pushing of buttons. Everything had to be done by hand. This is how it had always been.
These quiet, but certainly not careless days were soon forgotten. America gained influence in the world and began to catch up with modern technology. As the seventeenth, eighteenth, and nineteenth centuries rolled by, these advancements gained speed. By 1920, the country was obsessed with the newest purchase. Catalogues flew off the presses as demands for selection increased. Housewives could suddenly finish the laundry with the push of a button. The dark Puritan days were gone these were the Roaring Twenties.
Life in America became easier, yes, but was it better? Everyone seems a willing advocate of technology, but deep down there is a yearning for the quiet days. Amidst the se of this new age, we hve become deaf. If we for one moment muted the roar of technology, perhaps we would enjoy the silence of inconvenience.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
An Apt Portrayal
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Betty Smith
Growing up. It's a concept that everyone understands, but few can articulate; a mundane mystery. The time flies by and there is no way to stop it. Change creeps up, its victims unaware. Words fail to describe the intricate way circumstances and situations mold every person and deliver them at their life's eventual destination. Most of the time.
Betty Smith is one of the exceptions.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the story of a young girl named Francie Nolan as she goes through that ever so familiar process of growing up. Living in the slums of Brooklyn, she struggles with issues like injustice, prejudice, and poverty. An alcoholic father, a weary mother, and an eccentric collection of aunts and neighbors all play a part in Francie's learning experiences. With a thirst for knowledge, Francie characterizes the classical inquisitive child. She finds joy in the simple things like checking out a library book instead of buying candy like the more wealthy children in her neighborhood. As she grows older and matures, she grows in her knowledge and adds to her skills in writing. The plot certainly is not the lovable tale of a perfect childhood, but it realistically portrays the troubled yet vibrant years of a girl in Brooklyn. Through the good, the bad, and the worse, Francie becomes more and more scarred by the world, but a better person for it, one who has blossomed regardless of the harsh storms.
With every page-turn, readers will grow closer and closer to Francie herself. They will cry with her sorrows and laugh with her joys. Evoking a nostalgic remembrance of their own childhood, the book brings the concept of growing up closer to heart. Readers sympathize with Francie and even learn lessons about life and themselves that they never considered. Betty Smith characterizes change in Francie's family and superbly instills in her readers a feeling of reminiscence and gratefulness for lessons past. Although not appropriate for young children because of mature situations and disturbing encounters, nearly every reader will be touched personally by this poignant story.
I admire Betty Smith for her apt presentation of change and turmoil. It is no small accomplishment to so perfectly describe a young girl’s maturing. I highly recommend this book. It’s lessons will not soon leave my mind, and its impact will linger for many years.
Betty Smith
Growing up. It's a concept that everyone understands, but few can articulate; a mundane mystery. The time flies by and there is no way to stop it. Change creeps up, its victims unaware. Words fail to describe the intricate way circumstances and situations mold every person and deliver them at their life's eventual destination. Most of the time.
Betty Smith is one of the exceptions.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is the story of a young girl named Francie Nolan as she goes through that ever so familiar process of growing up. Living in the slums of Brooklyn, she struggles with issues like injustice, prejudice, and poverty. An alcoholic father, a weary mother, and an eccentric collection of aunts and neighbors all play a part in Francie's learning experiences. With a thirst for knowledge, Francie characterizes the classical inquisitive child. She finds joy in the simple things like checking out a library book instead of buying candy like the more wealthy children in her neighborhood. As she grows older and matures, she grows in her knowledge and adds to her skills in writing. The plot certainly is not the lovable tale of a perfect childhood, but it realistically portrays the troubled yet vibrant years of a girl in Brooklyn. Through the good, the bad, and the worse, Francie becomes more and more scarred by the world, but a better person for it, one who has blossomed regardless of the harsh storms.
With every page-turn, readers will grow closer and closer to Francie herself. They will cry with her sorrows and laugh with her joys. Evoking a nostalgic remembrance of their own childhood, the book brings the concept of growing up closer to heart. Readers sympathize with Francie and even learn lessons about life and themselves that they never considered. Betty Smith characterizes change in Francie's family and superbly instills in her readers a feeling of reminiscence and gratefulness for lessons past. Although not appropriate for young children because of mature situations and disturbing encounters, nearly every reader will be touched personally by this poignant story.
I admire Betty Smith for her apt presentation of change and turmoil. It is no small accomplishment to so perfectly describe a young girl’s maturing. I highly recommend this book. It’s lessons will not soon leave my mind, and its impact will linger for many years.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Opinions Abound
Controversy has entered the halls of our school. Murmurings have grown louder as the students have debated a recent rule enacted at the school. Whether it’s a joke or a complaint, nearly everyone has something to say about the new "public display of affection" (PDA) rule. Opinions fly, but have all the angles been covered? Often a new perspective can completely alter a person’s previously steadfast view of an issue. Seeing this specific topic through a blurred vision can only enhance the controversy. Perceiving this rule in all possible ways can help to clarify its importance or lack of importance at our school.
With all this discussion, it seems odd that few people know what the actual rule states. When formulating an opinion on the topic, this is the most logical step. The rule sets out the expectations that the school will not allow expressions of affection such as hugging, kissing, and holding hands between genders on campus. Explaining it’s purpose, the rule expresses a desire for inclusiveness and need for respect at the school. These mere three sentences nestled in the school handbook have gotten students and faculty talking about the necessity of this sort of restriction.
It is a safe assumption to say that the majority of the students are opposed to the new rule. In one class alone, eleven out of fourteen total students stated that they were against the restriction of PDA. On campus at the school, sarcastic comments about the violation of the rule are anything but rare. Weston M. jokingly exclaimed, “we have been imprisoned!” Overall, the general feeling concerning it is one of cavalier annoyance. When asked in all honesty, most of the students admitted that some of the restrictions the rule calls for are necessary. However, nearly all of them strongly disagreed with the prevention of simple hugs. For most people, the amount of affection appropriate really depends upon the person that is receiving the affection. Many students expressed the belief that our school does not have a major problem with inappropriate levels of this affection and did not understand why the rule was even added.
Nevertheless, the rule has been enacted. Obviously there is a reason for this addition to the school handbook. Guidance counselor, Mrs. S. explained some of the reasons for this addition. First of all, complaints from recent years initially sparked the discussions of a new rule. These complaints from students and others who were bothered by instances of PDA caused the staff to look closer into the issue. As the issue was more carefully observed, the administration saw that many innocent expressions of affections were “moving towards inappropriate.” A few students also agree with the new rule, and believe that it is appropriate for the circumstances which students find themselves in.
Most likely the two opposing opinions will never coincide. However, the rule is in place and the students have an obligation to observe it. Whether or not it is fair, necessary, or effective is not the point. The point is that students are under the authority of their teachers and the staff. This means that the rules scrutinized by the administration ought to be observed. What is more, these rules should be respected. Everyone has a right to give their opinion, but sarcastic disrespect in unacceptable. Students should recognize that they really have not been seriously oppressed by the new rule. It has served more as a warning, and is successfully promoting more caution and discretion in students’ public displays of affection.
With all this discussion, it seems odd that few people know what the actual rule states. When formulating an opinion on the topic, this is the most logical step. The rule sets out the expectations that the school will not allow expressions of affection such as hugging, kissing, and holding hands between genders on campus. Explaining it’s purpose, the rule expresses a desire for inclusiveness and need for respect at the school. These mere three sentences nestled in the school handbook have gotten students and faculty talking about the necessity of this sort of restriction.
It is a safe assumption to say that the majority of the students are opposed to the new rule. In one class alone, eleven out of fourteen total students stated that they were against the restriction of PDA. On campus at the school, sarcastic comments about the violation of the rule are anything but rare. Weston M. jokingly exclaimed, “we have been imprisoned!” Overall, the general feeling concerning it is one of cavalier annoyance. When asked in all honesty, most of the students admitted that some of the restrictions the rule calls for are necessary. However, nearly all of them strongly disagreed with the prevention of simple hugs. For most people, the amount of affection appropriate really depends upon the person that is receiving the affection. Many students expressed the belief that our school does not have a major problem with inappropriate levels of this affection and did not understand why the rule was even added.
Nevertheless, the rule has been enacted. Obviously there is a reason for this addition to the school handbook. Guidance counselor, Mrs. S. explained some of the reasons for this addition. First of all, complaints from recent years initially sparked the discussions of a new rule. These complaints from students and others who were bothered by instances of PDA caused the staff to look closer into the issue. As the issue was more carefully observed, the administration saw that many innocent expressions of affections were “moving towards inappropriate.” A few students also agree with the new rule, and believe that it is appropriate for the circumstances which students find themselves in.
Most likely the two opposing opinions will never coincide. However, the rule is in place and the students have an obligation to observe it. Whether or not it is fair, necessary, or effective is not the point. The point is that students are under the authority of their teachers and the staff. This means that the rules scrutinized by the administration ought to be observed. What is more, these rules should be respected. Everyone has a right to give their opinion, but sarcastic disrespect in unacceptable. Students should recognize that they really have not been seriously oppressed by the new rule. It has served more as a warning, and is successfully promoting more caution and discretion in students’ public displays of affection.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Auntie Em
(5) Dear Auntie,
I have a lot of homework every night. At the same time, I want to spend time with my friends, participate in extra-curricular activities, and use Facebook. If I don’t get on Facebook every night, I feel left out. At the same time, I think I’m wasting a lot of time and it is one way I could make better use of my time. What do you suggest? -- Sometimes lonely in Libadiye
Dear Lonely,
No doubt it is very difficult to manage such a busy schedule that you have just mentioned. You should try, however, to narrow down your priorities. Focusing on a few areas that you are skilled in is so much more rewarding than trying to juggle everything. As to Facebook, next time you get on, time yourself. You might be amazed how much time you really spend online. After that, try to get on to only see what the latest events are, then sign off. You could even get a timer to keep yourself accountable
(1) Dear Auntie,
I like a guy at my school and he seems to like me, too. We do a lot of things together. Unfortunately, whenever we go somewhere, he doesn’t have much money so I have to pay for his Starbucks or McDonald’s. He said his parents don’t give him much of an allowance. I don’t mean to complain, but I don’t get much allowance, either. How can I get him to pay his fair share? – Poor in Pendik
Dear Poor,
Sounds like your friend is taking advantage of your generosity! Next time he asks you to pay for his meal or coffee, you need to graciously explain that you simply can't afford to always pay for the two of you. If this boy really is interested in you, then he needs to either pay your way or find ways to spend time together without spending money.
(6) Dear Auntie,
I have a friend, “Matilda,” who is very concerned about her weight. She is very thin, but she’s always saying she’s fat. She never eats lunch and she wears big, baggy clothing so we can’t really see what she looks like. I think she is anorexic, but when I said that to her, she reacted angrily and told me to mind my own business. What do you think I should do? – Anxious in Antalya
Dear Anxious,
This really is a tough situation to be in. The most important thing you can do right now for Matilda is to be a good friend. Pray for her and make sure to make an effort to encourage her often. Maybe you two could go shopping together and try on some more flattering outfits than she is now wearing. That could be a good way to boost her confidence in a small way. Make sure you encourage her to get help. Perhaps you could go with her to talk to a counselor or health care proffessional.
I have a lot of homework every night. At the same time, I want to spend time with my friends, participate in extra-curricular activities, and use Facebook. If I don’t get on Facebook every night, I feel left out. At the same time, I think I’m wasting a lot of time and it is one way I could make better use of my time. What do you suggest? -- Sometimes lonely in Libadiye
Dear Lonely,
No doubt it is very difficult to manage such a busy schedule that you have just mentioned. You should try, however, to narrow down your priorities. Focusing on a few areas that you are skilled in is so much more rewarding than trying to juggle everything. As to Facebook, next time you get on, time yourself. You might be amazed how much time you really spend online. After that, try to get on to only see what the latest events are, then sign off. You could even get a timer to keep yourself accountable
(1) Dear Auntie,
I like a guy at my school and he seems to like me, too. We do a lot of things together. Unfortunately, whenever we go somewhere, he doesn’t have much money so I have to pay for his Starbucks or McDonald’s. He said his parents don’t give him much of an allowance. I don’t mean to complain, but I don’t get much allowance, either. How can I get him to pay his fair share? – Poor in Pendik
Dear Poor,
Sounds like your friend is taking advantage of your generosity! Next time he asks you to pay for his meal or coffee, you need to graciously explain that you simply can't afford to always pay for the two of you. If this boy really is interested in you, then he needs to either pay your way or find ways to spend time together without spending money.
(6) Dear Auntie,
I have a friend, “Matilda,” who is very concerned about her weight. She is very thin, but she’s always saying she’s fat. She never eats lunch and she wears big, baggy clothing so we can’t really see what she looks like. I think she is anorexic, but when I said that to her, she reacted angrily and told me to mind my own business. What do you think I should do? – Anxious in Antalya
Dear Anxious,
This really is a tough situation to be in. The most important thing you can do right now for Matilda is to be a good friend. Pray for her and make sure to make an effort to encourage her often. Maybe you two could go shopping together and try on some more flattering outfits than she is now wearing. That could be a good way to boost her confidence in a small way. Make sure you encourage her to get help. Perhaps you could go with her to talk to a counselor or health care proffessional.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Facebook: The Untreated Addiction
7:00 AM: Log in. The old familiar site appears. Immediately all of my friends’ online activities flash onto the screen. Reluctantly, I resist the urge to snoop into what kind of conversation has passed via wallpost between two of my friends. I quickly open a message from my fellow classmate and print off the list of terms I need to know for the upcoming quiz. As the long list prints, I decide to take a look at the photo album posted just last night. Well, might as well make a few comments while I’m here… The list sits in the printer tray for another ten minutes. Guess I’ll have to skip breakfast. Why is it that I never seem to have enough time in the mornings?
4:00 PM: Of course I deserve a break, I’ve been working at school all day. The homework can come later. Maybe something significant has happened in my circle of facebook friends since I last saw them half an hour ago. No new notifications. I suppose I could watch those videos I’ve seen at least a dozen times already. They never seem to get old when homework is the alternative… I run out of videos to watch. Guess I should get some of my homework done before dinner time.
7:00 PM: I sign back on to the computer to type up some homework. Might as well get on Facebook: Surely someone has written on my wall concerning some pressing matter. While I’m catching up on all these ever important conversations, a new message enters my inbox. Cringing, I politely decline to join my friends at the movies tomorrow. I need the time to finish my science report. Why do teachers give so much homework when they know we don’t have enough time to do it? …Thirty minutes later I shake myself into consciousness. How many times have I gone through this photo album? I should probably start that chapter summary.
10:00 PM One last time; I just need to make sure they’re not going to postpone the movie or plan something else. I wouldn’t want to miss out. Look at that, another photo album is up. Guess I have enough time. I can read the last few chapters of English on the bus tomorrow…10:30 already? I still need to shower and pack my bag for tomorrow. Why do teenagers have to work so hard? I don’t think it’s fair to be expected to be productive on the small amounts of sleep we’re forced to live with. Logout.
It seems so ridiculous. Yes, maybe this scenario is a bit overstated, but the truth cannot be avoided. Facebook’s benefits such as quick communication and easy accessibility should not be forgotten, but what are the costs? Many have begun to categorize overusing facebook as an actual addiction. All the symptoms are the same. For many, this reality is very real. They are addicted to facebook. Ben N. said, “…after five hours you sit there thinking, ‘what did I do?’” It’s true, the world is being sucked in. What are we going to do about it?
4:00 PM: Of course I deserve a break, I’ve been working at school all day. The homework can come later. Maybe something significant has happened in my circle of facebook friends since I last saw them half an hour ago. No new notifications. I suppose I could watch those videos I’ve seen at least a dozen times already. They never seem to get old when homework is the alternative… I run out of videos to watch. Guess I should get some of my homework done before dinner time.
7:00 PM: I sign back on to the computer to type up some homework. Might as well get on Facebook: Surely someone has written on my wall concerning some pressing matter. While I’m catching up on all these ever important conversations, a new message enters my inbox. Cringing, I politely decline to join my friends at the movies tomorrow. I need the time to finish my science report. Why do teachers give so much homework when they know we don’t have enough time to do it? …Thirty minutes later I shake myself into consciousness. How many times have I gone through this photo album? I should probably start that chapter summary.
10:00 PM One last time; I just need to make sure they’re not going to postpone the movie or plan something else. I wouldn’t want to miss out. Look at that, another photo album is up. Guess I have enough time. I can read the last few chapters of English on the bus tomorrow…10:30 already? I still need to shower and pack my bag for tomorrow. Why do teenagers have to work so hard? I don’t think it’s fair to be expected to be productive on the small amounts of sleep we’re forced to live with. Logout.
It seems so ridiculous. Yes, maybe this scenario is a bit overstated, but the truth cannot be avoided. Facebook’s benefits such as quick communication and easy accessibility should not be forgotten, but what are the costs? Many have begun to categorize overusing facebook as an actual addiction. All the symptoms are the same. For many, this reality is very real. They are addicted to facebook. Ben N. said, “…after five hours you sit there thinking, ‘what did I do?’” It’s true, the world is being sucked in. What are we going to do about it?
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Fear.
"You have nothing to fear but fear itself." Fear has the power to completely affect a person's mind and body. However, we have the ability to control our fear; it does not have to consume us.
As a child, I was a worrier. I tossed and turned at night, contemplating some of the worst possible situations and letting fear completely consume me. At age eleven, I had been a child of God and a believer for a few years. I had accepted God's grace and knew that there was a place for me beside Him in heaven. Unfortunately, the enemy had other plans. Satan didn't like what I was becoming and decided to do something about it.
During this time I began to have small doubts about my salvation. These occasional tugs towards uncertainty soon escalated into violent anxiety attacks. I allowed fear to take hold of me and fell into the trap set for my by the enemy. One minute I was lying on my bed peacefully drifting to sleep, then next minute my entire body was trembling and tears were streaming down my face. I was petrified of the possibility that closing my eyes might mean never opening them again. Furthermore, I was unsure of my future after death; I seriously doubted whether I was truly destined for heaven. In these moments, the doubts were all too real; I knew fear.
But fear is no longer my master. After many failed attempts to conquer it on my own, I learned the secret. "Perfect love drives out all fear." Christ's perfect love for me, demonstrated on the cross had the power to disarm Satan and expel all fear from my mind. When I recognized those fearful doubts creeping up, I would cry out to God for help, and He always came to my rescue.
Alone we are controlled, no consumed by our fear. If we allow it, fear has the power to completely take us captive. However, our Heavenly Father does not wish for us a life of fear. Through his power, we can overcome that which frightens us the most.
As a child, I was a worrier. I tossed and turned at night, contemplating some of the worst possible situations and letting fear completely consume me. At age eleven, I had been a child of God and a believer for a few years. I had accepted God's grace and knew that there was a place for me beside Him in heaven. Unfortunately, the enemy had other plans. Satan didn't like what I was becoming and decided to do something about it.
During this time I began to have small doubts about my salvation. These occasional tugs towards uncertainty soon escalated into violent anxiety attacks. I allowed fear to take hold of me and fell into the trap set for my by the enemy. One minute I was lying on my bed peacefully drifting to sleep, then next minute my entire body was trembling and tears were streaming down my face. I was petrified of the possibility that closing my eyes might mean never opening them again. Furthermore, I was unsure of my future after death; I seriously doubted whether I was truly destined for heaven. In these moments, the doubts were all too real; I knew fear.
But fear is no longer my master. After many failed attempts to conquer it on my own, I learned the secret. "Perfect love drives out all fear." Christ's perfect love for me, demonstrated on the cross had the power to disarm Satan and expel all fear from my mind. When I recognized those fearful doubts creeping up, I would cry out to God for help, and He always came to my rescue.
Alone we are controlled, no consumed by our fear. If we allow it, fear has the power to completely take us captive. However, our Heavenly Father does not wish for us a life of fear. Through his power, we can overcome that which frightens us the most.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Early Morning Intelligence
Thirty-two IGA students awoke last Saturday at an appalling hour in order to demonstrate their intelligence and skills on the world-renowned Preliminary Standardized Assessment Test (PSAT). The students all met at Uskudar American High School in Uskudar, Istanbul at 8:30 AM. Proctored by Mr. and Mrs. Sanderlin, the large group (plus three other homeschoolers not attending IGA) was split between two different rooms and began the testing process.
The PSAT serves as a qualification for the National Merit’s Scholarship. It can be taken in both the sophomore and junior year of high school. However, the score from the junior year is used to determine the finalists for the scholarship. The test is composed of five different sections, two made up entirely of math problems and three testing English and writing skills. In total, the test took about 3 hours.
One student, Sarabeth Flowers said, “It was an enlightening experience, I’m really glad I went, because I learned a lot about taking the SAT.” The results will come out in mid-December. Only time will tell if all of these students' preparations paid off.
The PSAT serves as a qualification for the National Merit’s Scholarship. It can be taken in both the sophomore and junior year of high school. However, the score from the junior year is used to determine the finalists for the scholarship. The test is composed of five different sections, two made up entirely of math problems and three testing English and writing skills. In total, the test took about 3 hours.
One student, Sarabeth Flowers said, “It was an enlightening experience, I’m really glad I went, because I learned a lot about taking the SAT.” The results will come out in mid-December. Only time will tell if all of these students' preparations paid off.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Drunken Driver Provokes Chaos in Cengelkoy
A military inductee was killed in a tragic accident on Nato Yolu in Cengelkoy last night.
19 year old Ozan Alparslan had been drinking before he began driving home at 11 PM via the extremely slick road. He crashed head on into an IETT bus while on the wrong side of the road, travelling over 20 kph above the posted speed limit. Alparslan died instantly, but left the bus driver, Cem Bayir to cope with a few minor injuries.
Alparsalan was enjoying his last night home when the crash occured. He was to be indicted into the military the very next day. Thankfully, there were no other passengers in the now utterly destroyed Renault, as the force of the collision was enough to send him through the windshield. He was not wearing a seatbelt.
The driver, Bayir, who was released soon after being treated for a broken arm said, "I saw him coming and tried to avoid the accident by switching to the left lane. Unfortunately, the Renault driver also changed lanes and drove straight into me."
19 year old Ozan Alparslan had been drinking before he began driving home at 11 PM via the extremely slick road. He crashed head on into an IETT bus while on the wrong side of the road, travelling over 20 kph above the posted speed limit. Alparslan died instantly, but left the bus driver, Cem Bayir to cope with a few minor injuries.
Alparsalan was enjoying his last night home when the crash occured. He was to be indicted into the military the very next day. Thankfully, there were no other passengers in the now utterly destroyed Renault, as the force of the collision was enough to send him through the windshield. He was not wearing a seatbelt.
The driver, Bayir, who was released soon after being treated for a broken arm said, "I saw him coming and tried to avoid the accident by switching to the left lane. Unfortunately, the Renault driver also changed lanes and drove straight into me."
Thursday, October 16, 2008
A Trip of Survival or a Sunday Drive?
Although traffic rules are strictly observed in many areas of the world today, in many cultures, such as the busy one of Istanbul, Turkey, they are practically nonexistent. In the United States, turning left on red is unheard of. Someone who violates this law is either considered drunk or crazy and is very likely to incite the wrath of the drivers following behind. However, in Istanbul, a car passing an entire lane of traffic to turn left whenever the driver sees fit is a completely normal occurrence. Another major difference is the excessive use of the horn. In Istanbul the horn is basically used as a defensive and offensive weapon. In America, however, many cities charge fines for excessive horn-blowing.
The biggest reason behind these differences is simply the mindset of the drivers. Although Turkish culture is usually considerate and polite, once someone grips the steering wheel, it's the survival of the fittest. Sometimes it can be frightening and dangerous, but at other times, it can be quite thrilling and efficient. Because a driver's life is being threatened at almost every turn, people learn to drive defensively and watch out for themselves. While it is less stressful to handle a car in the States, often this lack of a defensive mindset sparks many accidents. Drivers in America expect everyone to follow the rules so it can be catastrophic when some lunatic doesn't. It is so hard sometimes to switch mindsets and view situations like this through the eyes of another culture, but by looking carefully, we might just find that one's own mindset is the one that makes the least sense after all.
The biggest reason behind these differences is simply the mindset of the drivers. Although Turkish culture is usually considerate and polite, once someone grips the steering wheel, it's the survival of the fittest. Sometimes it can be frightening and dangerous, but at other times, it can be quite thrilling and efficient. Because a driver's life is being threatened at almost every turn, people learn to drive defensively and watch out for themselves. While it is less stressful to handle a car in the States, often this lack of a defensive mindset sparks many accidents. Drivers in America expect everyone to follow the rules so it can be catastrophic when some lunatic doesn't. It is so hard sometimes to switch mindsets and view situations like this through the eyes of another culture, but by looking carefully, we might just find that one's own mindset is the one that makes the least sense after all.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Differing Opinions Emerge Regarding Recent College Fair
~Unbiased Article~
Two weeks ago, twenty-eight local students made their way to the Hilton Hotel in order to attend a large college fair.
Nearly 70 universities were represented at this fair, including colleges located in Switzerland, Germany, and all over the United States. The purpose of this event was to give high school students a chance to learn more about possible upper education opportunities.
The fair began at 7 PM and lasted until 10 PM giving students enough time to visit each college's individual booth, talk to the representatives, and collect brochures regarding that specific school. Not only did each participating college have one representative present but also brought many interesting, and some very unique, souvenirs to offer to the high school students. These "goodies" included a large assortment of pens, Swiss chocolate, and even a small pair of clogs connected to a key chain.
By the time the school buses were loaded up, every one of the nearly 700 students had taken away something from the event. Whether it was a monstrous collection of pens or an unwieldy armful of brochures, no one left empty handed. Local student, Sarabeth Flowers said, "Hopefully this fair was used not only to supply us with many colorful pens, but to let us get a glimpse of what could be."
Two weeks ago, twenty-eight local students made their way to the Hilton Hotel in order to attend a large college fair.
Nearly 70 universities were represented at this fair, including colleges located in Switzerland, Germany, and all over the United States. The purpose of this event was to give high school students a chance to learn more about possible upper education opportunities.
The fair began at 7 PM and lasted until 10 PM giving students enough time to visit each college's individual booth, talk to the representatives, and collect brochures regarding that specific school. Not only did each participating college have one representative present but also brought many interesting, and some very unique, souvenirs to offer to the high school students. These "goodies" included a large assortment of pens, Swiss chocolate, and even a small pair of clogs connected to a key chain.
By the time the school buses were loaded up, every one of the nearly 700 students had taken away something from the event. Whether it was a monstrous collection of pens or an unwieldy armful of brochures, no one left empty handed. Local student, Sarabeth Flowers said, "Hopefully this fair was used not only to supply us with many colorful pens, but to let us get a glimpse of what could be."
~Biased Article~
Chaos at the Hilton Hotel during a recent college fair sparked many complaints and frustrated many local high school teachers.
On the evening of September 26, 2008 the doors of the Hilton Hotel opened to a stampede. A monstrous group of hundreds of rowdy high school students attended a college fair aimed to teach the youth more about higher education opportunities all over the world. These were soon found to be lofty and even unattainable goals.
Thirty minutes into the event the huge party room of this prestigious hotel was packed wall to wall with teenagers. One could hardly breathe in the stuffy hall, much less carry on a meaningful conversation with one of the college representatives. Most the the 70 schools represented have rejected a request to attend a similar meeting next year.
Guests at the hotel complained about the noise and the hotel staff was astounded at the mess left in the once elegant party room. Even the teachers who attended this event along with their students were disappointed. Many felt that the colleges did not do a suitable job in offering the students information about the colleges and instead tried to lure them with incentives such as chocolate and fancy pens. One local teacher, Pam S complained, "I'm not sure we'd do it again... it was so crowded, it was hard for students to spend any quality time with the college reps."
Chaos at the Hilton Hotel during a recent college fair sparked many complaints and frustrated many local high school teachers.
On the evening of September 26, 2008 the doors of the Hilton Hotel opened to a stampede. A monstrous group of hundreds of rowdy high school students attended a college fair aimed to teach the youth more about higher education opportunities all over the world. These were soon found to be lofty and even unattainable goals.
Thirty minutes into the event the huge party room of this prestigious hotel was packed wall to wall with teenagers. One could hardly breathe in the stuffy hall, much less carry on a meaningful conversation with one of the college representatives. Most the the 70 schools represented have rejected a request to attend a similar meeting next year.
Guests at the hotel complained about the noise and the hotel staff was astounded at the mess left in the once elegant party room. Even the teachers who attended this event along with their students were disappointed. Many felt that the colleges did not do a suitable job in offering the students information about the colleges and instead tried to lure them with incentives such as chocolate and fancy pens. One local teacher, Pam S complained, "I'm not sure we'd do it again... it was so crowded, it was hard for students to spend any quality time with the college reps."
Injuries from Dangerous Fall Not Fatal
Doctors believe that the victim of a recent fall will recover, regardless of the incapability of all the king’s horses and men.
Last Saturday, Humpty P. Dumpty (age 79) fell from his perch upon a massive brick wall. No eyewitnesses were present. Therefore, until Dumpty recovers enough for an interview, we cannot know why and how the fall occurred. Dumpty’s personal doctor is surprised by this unfortunate stumble. He says, “Never before have any of my patients been as healthy and fit as he at age 79”
Humpty Dumpty has worked as a bricklayer for the past 60 years and never had an accident until recently. He is an employee of the Parks and Recreation Committee. Because of this the king immediately sent aid. Unfortunately, the king’s personal physicians were unable to revive Dumpty on the scene. However, after arriving at the local hospital, doctors grew confident of a speedy recovery. “He suffers from many fractured bones and several severe bruises,” says Dr. Rimay D. Goode, “but because of his already healthy condition, his worried family has been assured that his recovery will be quick.”
After this traumatic accident, the committee hopes that Dumpty will retire. “He deserves a break,” says President Chayer Min. “His dedicated service will not be soon forgotten. We plan to honor him for his diligence at our next committee banquet fundraiser, provided he is well enough to attend.”
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Friday, September 26, 2008
A Frightening Endeavor
Decisions.
Choices.
Options.
Left or right? Dark chocolate or milk? Journalism class assignment one, two, or three?
Everyday is filled with decisions. Some are petty; some are life-changing. One choice instead of another could mean our life's course is completely altered.
Most likely the remainder of your life is not resting on whether you choose milk or dark chocolate, but sometimes the daily decisions, even the one we don't realize we are making, completely change who you are and what you will become. Those of you who know me will quickly agree that I have enough trouble even making chocolate decisions. One can only imagine what it's like deciding what my future holds.
My mind races as that dreaded question reaches my ears: "So what do you want to do with your life?" Many a time I have been tempted to stare back and scream emphatically, "I have absolutely no idea!!!" The question is asked so casually as if they were asking if I want fries with my order. But it's not so easy to answer. I seriously hope that a diploma and a wedding ring are involved in the coming years of my life, but beyond that, I can't say.
Sometimes I wonder if I don't want to decide for sure because I'm afraid of failing. Perhaps I'm afraid to plan out my whole life only to never see it reach my expectations...
I could say that I envy the people who have their entire lives planned out. But I don't. I can't stop thinking about how boring that would be. The past few years' experiences have taught me that life is meant to be an adventure. I know that sounds like something Julie Andrews would say in some cheesy musical, but I've found it to be true. Why waste away the one chance we've been given on this earth not making a difference? Whatever the rest of my time is dedicated to, rest assured, it will not be boring.
All that to say, I don't have a clue what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, much less exactly what college I want to go to or which major I want to pursue. That scares me. The future is exciting, yes; but uncertainty is frightening. Still, where would excitement come in if there was no uncertainty? Where would we find adventure if there was no fear?
The past three years of my life have been filled with trials and successes that have made me who I am now. If those experiences have prepared me for what is happening now, then I can't wait to see what my current experiences are preparing me for. Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen myself sitting here today. I'd better start dreaming now if I hope to have any idea what will happen next.
I think my point throughout this long and scatter-brained response is that the future scares me, but I'm okay with that. Thank goodness my life is not in my own hands.
I could say that I envy the people who have their entire lives planned out. But I don't. I can't stop thinking about how boring that would be. The past few years' experiences have taught me that life is meant to be an adventure. I know that sounds like something Julie Andrews would say in some cheesy musical, but I've found it to be true. Why waste away the one chance we've been given on this earth not making a difference? Whatever the rest of my time is dedicated to, rest assured, it will not be boring.
All that to say, I don't have a clue what I'm going to do with the rest of my life, much less exactly what college I want to go to or which major I want to pursue. That scares me. The future is exciting, yes; but uncertainty is frightening. Still, where would excitement come in if there was no uncertainty? Where would we find adventure if there was no fear?
The past three years of my life have been filled with trials and successes that have made me who I am now. If those experiences have prepared me for what is happening now, then I can't wait to see what my current experiences are preparing me for. Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen myself sitting here today. I'd better start dreaming now if I hope to have any idea what will happen next.
I think my point throughout this long and scatter-brained response is that the future scares me, but I'm okay with that. Thank goodness my life is not in my own hands.
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