My Trip At The Hillel House

The documentary San Francisco 2.0 examines how San Francisco city officials have given tax breaks to the Silicon Valley tech industry to move to San Francisco. These new techs companies have brought in a lot of wealth to the city, but at a cost. The majority of the low-income natives are being evicted or having their rents raised so high that they can't afford them. The gentrification of the city has impacted low-income districts (for example, the mission district known for its Latin immigrants) that the residents and the culture are being displaced. I believe the documentary is important for the study of the issue of gentrification because San Fransisco was known for being-counter culture, caring for the arts and for civil progress. The housing

September 7, 2015, I travel to Little Rock Arkansas to the visited family member. I had the opportunity to tour the Arkansas Museum of Discovery. The Museum of Discovery is in Little Rock Arkansas where it stands near the historic building at the River Market District on the Arkansas River within walking distance of Presidential Clinton Center. The Museum original name was Bernie Babcock established in 1927. The touring of the Arkansas Museum of Discovery were very educated to me. I learned about how King Crowley who was a Chicago mob responsible for bringing fakes archaeological into the museum. The museum received the name of science and natural history in 1964. They received this name because of the mold in the Arkansas fossil. The most

I have one memory from my childhood that is very vivid, most likely because I was seen on Americas Funniest Home Videos. It all started when my brother had an idea, at the time it seemed very fun and harmless. The idea was to make a skate video of him, but like always I wanted to be just like him so I wanted in on this video as well. Little did I know I was going to end the day in the emergency room, in tears, with an ice pack and twelve stitches, and later find myself on national television.

My Reaction Review to One of the Working Questions in Chapter Six of the Theory Toolbox In Chapter Six of the Theory Toolbox, the authors, Jerry Nealon and Susan Searls Giroux write about ideology. Specifically, the authors delve into the multiple definitions and aspects of this topic to help readers better grasp this concept. One working question in this chapter even causes the reader to ponder and reflect on how ideology ties in with the context of life as a collegian. Collegians are one of the audiences reading the text. Therefore, my reaction review will focus on the working question by presenting an intriguing exploration of these concepts within many worldviews and their relation to collegians, such as me, in reflecting on ideologies.

The Catholic Church is the oldest major religion in the Western world. Littered with peace, love, and humility, along with violence, turmoil, and controversy this institution has seen, heard, led, and had influence over the majority of everything and everybody that there was in the last two millennia. This has included ordinary people, Kings, Queens, Generals, Nobleman, Royalty, and everything in between, and has endured since the beginning of the modern era, Anno Domini. They great spiritual and monetary machine created a powerful reign over the entire world’s Catholics, and remains so to this day. For the purpose of background for my visit to a Catholic Church, being Presbyterian, I did historical research before I visited. I

Nearly every Sunday my family and I get up, get ready, and drive less than a mile down Old Hickory Boulevard to Forest Hills Baptist Church. We participate, teach, and volunteer for a majority of the events that our church puts on throughout the course of the year. Over time, I have learned many things. For example, as a communal body, Christians are inspired through a conviction, which calls them to action, therefore, motivating them to be more like Christ every single day. This is accomplished through the teachings of the Bible, regular prayer, etc. All of these things are fundamental parts of my religion, but they all mean nothing if we are not allowed to have a relationship with Jesus.

I have this thing for windows. I love windows. Windows all alone, windows together, windows with good views, windows with bad views. I especially like the old, square, wood framed windows from the colonial times. On top of that I love the history of how America was formed and hardened in the American Revolution. So you can imagine that when I found out that I was going to Philadelphia, home of the Liberty Bell, the courthouse where the Declaration of Independence was signed, and countless bits and pieces of history, I was pretty excited.

North Campus is a unique part of UMass Lowell because of the different paths students can take to go to class. The most popular reason for this is because of the tunnels that take students underneath the streets to get to certain halls. It is a clever idea that construction crews built the tunnels for students to get around. On the other hand, I believe it is only useful for students to stay warm and dry when there is inclement weather outdoors. Sometimes, I find it more useful traveling around North Campus on the streets than through the tunnels.

The Palette of King Narmer is a very small, flat 64 centimeters tall, shield shape

The Mormon service I visited, had a few similarities but also a few distinct differences from the Catholic service that I am used to. Before this particular Sunday, I had never attended a Mormon service, nor had I spoken to anyone who believed in Mormonism or the “Latter Day Saints.” With that being said, I was welcomed much more openly than I had originally thought. Before entering, I was approached by two members of the church; two young women (sisters) between the ages of roughly 19 to 22. I arrived about an hour before service, that way I could ask a few people some questions, but the two girls beat me to the punch. They initially asked me if I had visited before and I responded saying that it was my first time, and I was attending as a student observer, with no intention of converting, but would love to learn about the faith. They nodded and proceeded to explain to me the reasons as to why they believed so strongly, and also a bit of background information on the faith. One of the girls, explained to me that there has been a lot of skepticism about Mormonism due in part to the fact that Joseph Smith Jr, was so young and how his explanation of “Moroni” (An angel no one had ever heard of), and his entire religion and the scripture used, “Book of Mormon,” could have just been a part of his imagination. The other girl told me how she was beginning to lose faith a couple years back, but she then regained it, after she experienced her own tests, and was able to get passed her

During my trip to Louisiana this weekend, I made plans to meet two of my friends at one of our favorite restaurants. The racial composition of the group was two black individuals and one white individual. We were having lunch and catching up when a white woman who was sitting nearby with her two children came over to ask if my white friend could watch her children while she went to the restroom. She never made eye contact with me or my other black friend and the question seemed solely directed to the white individual of the group.

The final placement I completed this semester was at Laughlin Chapel. This placement is different from most placements for many reasons; Laughlin is an after school program for student who live in a more urban setting, Wheeling, WV. The students at Laughlin Chapel were significantly more diverse in both race and socioeconomic status than the schools I have been placed in. This allowed for me to work with students that I typically am not able to work with. I was at the Chapel from 3:00 to 6:00 on Mondays. The students began to arrive from school at three. As they came in, they were given a snack and had assigned seating based on grade level; kindergarten through second grade sat together, third through fifth grade sat together, and middle and high

This past spring, I had the opportunity to tour Abilene Christian University for the first time. The administration at the university also allowed me to spend the night in the freshman dorms so I could have the full ACU experience. Prior to this visit, ACU had been one of my top college interests but after touring and getting a taste of what ACU was really like, I absolutely fell in love. I found that the people I met were open about their faith, I got to see firsthand how excellent the nursing department is, and I saw how easily students were able to get involved with the many programs ACU provides.

During my high school days and the last few semesters when I was at Sandhill Community College I was way too comfortable. I slacked off and all I was thinking about was just getting doing the minimum to just be finished already. Recently, I was pushed by the looks of my grades that I just needed to get things done; I wanted to be free, not to do my best, just to finish so I could say I passed all my classes. Now I realize life isn’t about just getting by, but about bringing all you have to be able to become successful in what needs to be done. In the next paragraphs I will explain what I expected to happen, what actually happened, what I learned, and how I will apply what I learned to future plan.

My house is crowded with my relatives and friends; my friends and family are here me to wish me good luck and safe journey. My heart is full of mixed emotions. I am scared and sad but excited and happy at the same time as it is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember everything from my last day in Pakistan. I have never been way from my house before. I have always been surrounded by my friends and cousins. My friends have always been with me in my good and bad times and I cannot imagine a day without them. I never thought of leaving them. I didn’t realize how my life would change because of a ‘yes’. My childhood friend Sadiq, who moved to America ten years ago, asked me to marry him. Everyone in my family liked him so without thinking of anything else I said yes to him and we got married in a year, when he visited Pakistan. We were really excited to spend our lives together. What I didn’t realize until the moment I was at the airport that I am going to a new country, where I don’t know anyone other than my husband. I’m leaving all my family and friends here in Pakistan. I didn’t know how to react anymore now, I was sad and crying as I entered airport but I also felt happy inside my heart. When I was at the airport with my family, my grandma kept saying to me, “you have to call us at least three times a day when you get there.” My mom said, “Take