Persuasive Essay On Snapchat

Social media has become one of the most dominate things in the lives of today’s youth. Millennials use social media for many reasons, to stay connected and as a source of entertainment. Among all the social media sites, one that is particularly popular is Snap chat. Most college and high school students check this app before twitter, Instagram, Facebook. Instagram noticed this trend early and tried to buy out snapchat, but their attempt failed and now snapchat has not only influenced its opens to copy its stories idea but also almost copy the format exactly. In my paper I will discuss two different articles that both focus on the topic of snap chat usage. I will also contrast these two articles and reveal how they have similar findings but different approaches.

In this paper I am going to be discussing the use of snapchat in my life and its policies. Snapchat as an app is very widely used and was created in 2011. With its ability to have messages in picture form that disappeared quickly, it was and still is very appealing; especially to adolescents such as myself. The thing I find so many people fail to look past with this app is its privacy policies and how much information they are giving to snapchat. One of my major focuses will be on the surveillance tactics used by Snapchat.

I was 10 years old when I began going to a homeless ministry named Solomon’s Porch and I hated it with every inch of my being. Every Saturday morning my father would wake me up at 7am to take me to downtown Dallas, and I would nag my heart out- begging him to let me stay home to watch Saturday morning cartoons. But he would not relent. Solomon’s porch would take place in the worst part of Dallas, a place where graffiti, trash, and homeless people were everywhere. But in the mist of all the rundown buildings there was a little church that let the ministry come and fed the homeless breakfast and lunch. After going for than a year my dad started forced me out of the church, where I would watch Disney movies to actually helping in the breakfast

Always, I was told from parents and elders that anyone can achieve their dreams through arduous work and dedication. Surprisingly, I hadn’t pondered this until I observed a shivering homeless person standing at the corner asking for help on one snowy, frosty winter day. This affected my life greatly. On the way, I just started thinking about the life of homeless people and how they are not fortunate enough to get their own place to live, their choice of delicious food to eat and several other amenities that we all enjoy in our everyday lives. An incident, like this, sparked an enthusiastic sense of compassion and empathy in me. Along with my family, I started thinking deeply and my thoughts to help the homeless expanded to other areas and I wanted to start helping the community around me as much as possible.

I’ve been involved with a homeless shelter for boys called the Potter’s House, in which my family and I volunteer to provide gifts, services and companionship to the boys living there. One year in particular changed my perspective and outlook on life. There were twin boys my age, Dontarious and Detarious, living at the Potters House who had been found living in a cardboard box in an abandoned football field. Their Christmas wish was to have a “makeover” of their bedroom, which at the time, consisted of two mattresses on the floor of a small room. The renovation took a few days during which time I had the opportunity to get to know Dontarius and Detarious personally. We would throw the football and play video games together, just goof off.

I was so nervous, I kept mapping out the exit plans in this room. I didn’t want to be there because I had just got heaps of new toys. We hosted two wonderful ladies named Dolly and Betty. We made a desert and decorated the table while the shelter provided the Christmas dinner. As I sat there, I was just counting hours, eating my food, and dreaming about which toy I was going to use first. As boredom overtook me, I began to listen to the conversations at the table. Dolly was a woman who had been homeless for 6 months. Her husband had died and he was the main source of income, so without his money she had lost her home. She had just started the Bridge to Life program that helped homeless people get their life back on track. Through 10 months of different steps, the shelter helped get them a job and pay off debts while housing and feeding them. As I heard this, I began to realize that some homeless people were not just druggies. They were people that had stories. They had fallen on hard times and couldn’t get back on their feet. I could feel myself soften and become more interested in what was happening with them. I began to ask questions and Dolly told it like it was, without sugarcoating the cold hard truth. I felt guilty for previously complaining about not being able to play with my new toys and these people didn’t even have a home much less security like I did. I had such a perspective shift the next year I asked to serve on Thanksgiving. We volunteered to be servers and take the shelter occupants’ order. We then got the food and served it to them like a five-star restaurant. As I served more people, I began to see the gratitude and thankfulness in these people’s heart. I tried to locate Dolly but she had done so well in the program and moved out in her own house. Hearing about her success

The summer prior to my senior year of high school, I volunteered at a basic needs shelter in the Pigtown neighborhood of Baltimore City named Paul’s Place. Paul’s Place provided free meals, clothes, showers, job search assistance, and public computers for the Pigtown residents who were not fortunate to have these seemingly basic necessities. While I was there, I assisted with the setting up and cleaning of dishes for the meals, picking out clothes with the residents, and other general tasks such as cleaning. Although the interactions with the people receiving the meals and clothes made me feel glad that I chose to volunteer at Paul’s Place, the most impactful parts of my experience were the weekly Monday morning meetings with the other people

Through the creation and use of an easily accessible tool, we want to utilize and shares the stories of homeless individuals to churches so that they will be better equipped to undertake their responsibility for community engagement to end/address homelessness. My project, in connecting along with Myca Jones, will use a focused curriculum (Our Unhoused Friends) that will introduce young children to an understanding of what it means for all to be made in God's image, with a liberation perspective of Laura Stivers, they will be able to understand and engage in the issue of

So, my friend and I gladly agreed to help him carry all his food and followed the boy to his apartment. When we got there, he opened the door and I was absolutely astonished at what I saw. Never in a million years would I have guessed that this boy who was always smiling and as happy as could be lived in a place that had only two pieces of furniture, an old falling apart couch and fridge with no food. This showed me that you can never really know what's going on in someone's life. The happiest of people could be going through some of the worst times of their lives. This experience and many others that I’ve had through my NCL experience are the reason that I love community service so much. Not only do I have the ability to impact someone's life through each charity I help, they also have an impact on me. I find charity work to be my biggest interest because I love seeing the impact I can have on someone’s life that they may have never had before. I am excited to continue my community service work throughout my college experience and look forward to finding a way that I can include this passion in my chosen major or future line of

There are many avenues one could choose when looking for a way to give back to the community. I decided to focus on giving back to the homeless population. For one week, a group of church members, and myself went to the state of California to serve the homeless population in Los Angeles, and San Francisco in more ways than one. We started the journey in downtown L.A.. That first morning we were given beaten-up clothing, and sent out the door of the hotel with no breakfast or money. In partners we headed toward skid row to seek out a corner for pan-handling before meeting at The Mission for lunch. Skid row is an area of L.A. that most do not venture into. The streets are filled to capacity with many different people that all have one thing in common, homelessness. The filth is outrageous, and the smell of different bodily fluids is unbearable. There are no smiles, or warm feelings; it is survival of the fittest. The experience opened everyone’s eyes to the pain, and unseen struggles of homelessness. We were better equipped to help the people we would be meeting as the trip continued. At the end of the day, the money collected as a group was donated to The Mission.

iPhone or galaxy that is the question, debating which device is the best to have is one of the daily discussions that goes around. This competition has been going around for several years, the two companies are head-to-head trying to create the most fitting tool for constant, everyday use. I believe that iPhone is the best device to have because the price is reasonable, the design is excellent and it has a smart system. I'm going to list 3 reasons why this is the mobile to have.

One Sunday morning, I had woken up extremely early, earlier than the birds that would begin to chirp in the morning. My mother had made me volunteer for a local shelter for homeless people who had nothing but the torn, stained, and reeking clothes on their back. At first, I was very skeptical about it because I believed it was not safe to go to a neighborhood that was filled with an endless amount of homeless people. Once we arrived at the shelter, I had goosebumps running down my body like a marathon. Watching the horde of people there was something I didn’t expect. Everyone was laughing and smiling and having a small celebration for nothing. As I was placed in the kitchen to serve food, I noticed that every single person had this gleaming, and beautiful smile on their face. They all were delighted for a simple meal that could fill them up for the entire day. Volunteering for this shelter made me feel really good about myself. It had been the most selfless event I had ever taken part

I live in Lake Elsinore, California and have noticed a large number of homeless walking and begging on the streets. While it is easy to look away when whole families of homeless are on the side of street with signs asking for money, I have instead looked for churches that specialize in helping the homeless. By talking with individuals at local churches who have helped the homeless I have learned that giving food, instead of money, is the best approach. By giving food, instead of money, the help I am giving will probably go to feeding their family instead of their addictions. So one year ago I started showing up at a local park every Saturday, brining orange juice and milk, alongside a local church, who gives food, to feed not only homeless adults but also children. They thank me but in reality they give me an internal sense of gratitude for what I have and self-esteem that I never had before. I especially enjoy feeding the children of low income families, their smiles as they receive their food make me feel that this world can indeed be a safe and loving home.

In December 12th , 2014 , we were in church listening to the pastor preach about helping others. After church we talked to the pastor about taking up for the homeless people in Anderson County. Instead of having church that night the whole church came with us to give them the stuff. I like that i help the homeless people. One of the people that we help was cry like a baby because she was so happy to see use.The little thing we did make them happy. They look like they were going to cry. The homeless were delighted to see the stuff we gave them. I could hear the sound of happiness in the room because they were laughing. The room was as happy as a child with it’s mother.

I handed him a ten dollar bill, and his face filled with a sense of delight, saying “thank you” repetitively. Once I returned home from school, my family had a discussion about how difficult it must be to be a homeless person with sometimes no foreseeable future. That is when the dim light bulb had been turned bright, as I wanted to be a force to be reckoned with when it came to the topic of helping homeless people. At this moment, my idea of simply helping homeless people turned into thinking about how I could help them escape their burdensome state of affairs.